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reality

you are a tornado.
you are a black hole.

darling, look:
i am a twig.
i am terrified.
i am five feet two short and
five months too late to love you,

but look, i tried,
and maybe it's selfish,

but i don't want to lose you,
and maybe it's too late,

but look, i need you.

twelvedaysofjune

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