mornings with ivy (cont.)

by Gany.

634, storm after storm

 

and yet my fingers smell like your pussy

.

but in your dystopia id be killed for this shit.

im getting high as hell and they would kill me over there.

i love you dear.

im glad its so safe.

i don’t worry much about you shark.

 

but with english i eat the fuck out of everything

.

your laundry comes full circle you see dear

not sure why i had to write of it before but now

it makes a beautiful circle moon

which you and i get to sit upon.

 

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  1. there are no coincidences once again.

 

love brought me here and and it will get me home

but home is you now.

so i might go crazy but only for a time.

if you want me to not hate existence don’t talk of one

without you.

 

my fantasy dear is swimming the ocean.

and i am much more of a fucking shark than you think

my love.


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