the first word of the sweet nothings to inflitrate
my head
my soul
my heart.
So you wanna let loose do u?
You wanna move forward?
Time no longer keeps us in the same spot anymore.
All the lies
that slid so sweetly and slowly
have wasted a
good part of my life.
Here is to time.
A toast for keeping our
lives on separate planes,
for letting
it be easier to
move on into the lives of
sweet boys.
and one
sweetheart who refuses
to lie.
To be real
needs no
fabrication.
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