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p.See
- Jun 18, 2024
- 1 min read
hear me like you hum to the whistle of the wind
how you sing along to the wave’s ripples;
under my desperate, longing sunlight
our eyes meet while your eardrums burst.
as your pitiful heart sews itself onto your sleeve
i see you. do you see me?
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i’m hanging from the tree.
my legs dangle.
to be loved is to be known
i want you to listen.
can you even hear me? hello? hello?
to be loved is to be seen
take off your sunglasses, please!