P.S
I want to drink you.I want to raise you high above my head and "cheer's" you.
I want to hear the clash of the waters against the brim of you, I want the mouth of the sea of you, to kiss my lips and wet them with you. the smell of salt and greenery, heavy air, swelling with the words that would float like drift wood, aimlessly and free.
Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-11-24 at 13:10
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