all the screams inside my head are starting to sound like music
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ignorance is bliss
i would have never known i would miss the taste of your spit.
i close my eyes
and imagine the way my fingers would trace your waist.
a delicate embrace.
bliss
once ignorance, now unveils its twist.
revealing what I've lost—what I truly miss.
you, on my lips
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