Dear phoenix girl, If I’m the bomb…you are the row of flowers thatbloom in the after.Unrecognizable beauty.You are the tenth cloud!The whole of the story, the sounda breath makes,the passion stuck to a pageI bet your novels taste like visionarieswho cross-bred with fate while holdingtheir own heartbeats.

Call me, I’m problematic. I love problems. I’m an addict for you .I’m an addict for the euphoric. I’m addicted to euphoria. We are God’s Perfect Mistake. We are Goddesses. Draw us in gold. We hold lightning in our hands and thunder in our knees. We are a certain kind of problem, officer. But we get most of it out by the shoreline in the morning. But it comes back come night time. Call be, babe, you’re the only one who knows.

Listen.Cut the linguistic tropes already.If I hear one my clicheI’m gonna shave my head into twelve lines die ‘em with bleach and tide then I’m gonna make you view yourself from the sidelines til you forget you have a face. Listen. If I SEE one more Tesla X——I might have to buy one.

And then I'd pop two balloons outside of your ears so that you could hear the sound I think every sentence should make. POP goes your windows.Yesterday, you left me reckless with the words: "Make me in the kitchen and place your breathing on our bend." Had me begging for breath. All the way back to the time you called me your "Cleopatra”. The way you held my face and whispered "How... How are you possible?" The time of our love story. The time I had to leave. And then time left me to sink but I replied with a moment in mind. Then remember happened. And I choked on it. Saw myself in my deathbed knowing that I spent my life well—keeping my promise a of responding to beauty. "Backwards you were spinning I placed flowers near your head," I replied. Why yes!Nothing but lilacs for my Laurels! Nothing but loraxes for my Laurel.O, and when the pen arrives I'll be sure to swallow it. I don't think I learned from my right year old mistake. Expect a rose-colored film graft-----

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Call me. I'm problematic. I love problems. I'm an addict. I'm an addict from you. I'm addicted to euphoria.

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