Hallways
I've been walking these streets.
They know me well.
But now, I look for your steps, your smell...
Printed on the edge of my brain is the frozen frame of our ephemeral touch.
Dimmed lights.
Your legs between mine.
Green, gray, light; your eyes.
This eyes that yell at me to come in.
Slow burn,
The sweet process of absorbing every millisecond I get to walk with you.
Trying to remain sane when every cell in my body is in inner strife.
I can't deny that extending this slow burn has me dancing in the corner of delusion.
Waiting for this yearned delicious catastrophe of chemistry that we've built.
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Wiin
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