Tag: crush

• quaalude.

  the back of my brain buzzes as 
  i pan the streets for gold;
  throat just a heart's cliff edge,
  stomach a fluttering vibrato.
  
  
  a peripheral trick and they both lurch but
  its just magical thinking.
  its not you. 
  

  Apr-13-26

  poetry, quote, love, poem, young love, lovesick, crush

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