walking into the room like a movie a spotlight on that one the one to fulfill all your desires // a one night stand. one full of passion and energy. but no contact. no looks. just words flowing. and now we sit facing each other across a table with no punctuation it just keeps going and your eyes look at mne trying to see what i am and i look away and then i look back and say no don't even try // ashamed. that's what the summer does to us. we strip down to a bare minimum for comfort, and instead we find ourselves pinching our sides, running to tanning booths, drinking more water just to look "good." and now the piano solo cuts in amongst all the chaos echos to look nice to make itself heard stop and list to it hear its song the lament of things that were and those to be // beautiful. it was the feel of sheets against ones skin.
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