this curiosity is what runs the water over
cause your mystery
is like the opposite end of the line.
and im here recieving..
we could talk for hours
or better yet slow seconds..
i'd rather wrap my voice
like smoke
and fill your lungs
intoxicate you
around you
i rather fall back into the past and
emerge in future victory.
but this is all a dream
in which i rather not wake up,
nor have anyone pop my dream.
entangle me
and never let go of me.
mybeautifulstranger
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