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to consume.
i want more of your lungs,
and skin and thoughts,
i want those eyes and that heart
and all those fingerprints, i want you
to want me. and i want nothing
to remain of us after,
except the hole that was left
there by the lightning.(Source: thedustdancestoo, via theclotheshorse)
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands-e.e. cummings
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