| 03시27분 ㅡ soft hips that look like paintings in comparison to my marmalade collarbones. i wish my skin had that salmon color of yours. you're glowing even in the darkness. there's no black, only pink and yellow and summer breaths into the crook of my neck. you paint the blood in my veins with daisy petals and lemon sun cream. you're a midnight muse. i stay up late trying to recreate the shade underneath your eyes, the bowed lines of your eyelashes, the constellations on your neck and the marble of your nails. why do you have to look like the entire universe collected in pictures on your skin? you're everything and nothing all together. apr 4 2017 ∞
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