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trabeculae:

it rained the night
you left me.

each raindrop
against my window
sounded like pebbles
being cast into the glass
and each crack of thunder
sounded like “come here”
and the wet grass
smelled like you
and I thought maybe
you changed your mind.

3:36
2:48
5:12
4:24

Can he do that? Completely change his identity?

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2:48
I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all.

— Derrick Brown, Love Language (via weatherbeatensoul)

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