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let me paint you the sun

Updated: Sep 8, 2018

i guess

growing up means being honest

about what I want

what I need

what I feel and who I am

and i want magic

i want every tongue twisting click

every romantic suggestion that my time here was no mistake

questions that make the walls of my lungs shift with the heart on my sleeve

leave me the sky when thunderstorm falls

too all the hugs the sun will give

and i will run to you

even by the weak of my knees

just for the way your fingers curl beside mine

let me see the darkest closets your mind shyes

and i will smile

with every good thursday afternoon i’ve had


what is realism

when we are here

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