TRANSITIVITY
You rip apart my carefully constructed reality and leave your fingerprints sprawled across the scene of the crime. Ragged images cascade in the periphery of my vision as I fall into the arms of my memory.Come away with me, you seem to whisper, as my messy curls caress your face. I close my eyes and carve circles into your chest with my finger.If only it were that simple, I sigh to myself.I roll onto my back and cross my arms behind my head. Before long I am immersed in the cognition, captured by the suspended frame of time, aware of the impending transit of circumstances.
Though maybe it can be.
love n luck
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