smoke and colours filled our sky. and light! and noise so loud, i couldn't feel my heartbeat like i usually do; i couldn't feel the bass of our bodies, the dissonance we create when we almost touch. i curled my toes into the grass.
i'm all powder, shoved into cardboard, lit on fire, and shot into the dark.
and something chokes off my words and my breath and i'm left burnt out and empty and tired, trash on the lawn in the morning, crumpled and charred, paper tubes and ashy rings on the asphalt.
likes me not, likes me not--
all the daisies echo.
but i only wanted to scoot closer and touch your fingers.
just to see how it'd feel.
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