Baby grins shining like the light on a baby grand. I'm the fingers and you're the keys. (Ch)armed to the teeth. A faceless kiss, like a front door standing from a house fire. I'll take the blame if you'll take me home now. I'm the Valentine you kept from that box in 4th grade. The roof of my mouth is sorry and riddled with abrasions towards you.
Sealed the envelope tops on your collar bones. Your fingers felt like transit lines being followed on my back. Get under my skin in the best way and in my veins like a pill.
I miss the way we bled. Time in the form of lines on my forehead represent my time waiting for this.
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