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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!

 
 

O_o  ^-^ @_@

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