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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