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Our hearts beat so loud 
the neighbours think we’re fucking
when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.
You don’t ask God how long this will last.
I don’t care about any of the words on the map besides
You are here.

Andrea Gibson

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Azra T.