Justin Baldoni
till the windows fog up,
till my knees collapse,
till my throat hurts.
till my tongue remembers every vein,
till the bedsheets get drenched,
till my hole remembers the shape,
till the windows fog up,
till my knees collapse,
till my throat hurts.
till my tongue remembers every vein,
till the bedsheets get drenched,
till my hole remembers the shape,
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