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I want your words to sink beneath my skin, into my bones, and lay a home so that I can still feel them when I am dead and my flesh dissolved

With every listen, I am wrapped in the mellifluous cadence of your rasp; soothing me, calming me, hoping you know that no sound besides yours makes me feel warmer than the blankets I hide under

My eyes ache with longing to witness you, yet cruelly I am left with abysmal imagination that will never do you justice

Your rants are a gift I am proud to accept and maybe if you loved yourself a fraction of how much I love you, you would see that

.......

Idiot

to my Sunshine, because you deserve all poetry in the world and more