delicate textures, our cheeks brush
smoothly one beside the other to
dry tears with silent hush.
breathe lightly as not to crush
an almost enchanting whisper:
words too ethereal to rush.
smoothly one beside the other to
dry tears with silent hush.
breathe lightly as not to crush
an almost enchanting whisper:
words too ethereal to rush.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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