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Valentine's Day
LANY · Malibu Nights · Song · 2018
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ DID-SOMETHING-STIR-YOU?
ㅤㅤ (My Clandestine ⋮ Somehow
ㅤㅤ Upon This Perpentual Wind.)
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ • • ━━━━━━━━━━━
I have known people who demand to be remembered, who settle into your soul like letters chiseled into aged timber. Rain’s muted descent at daybreak wove you into my reverie | ‘&. in that brief of wind, it felt like you were here. You linger in a different way, though.
ㅤ
ㅤㅤ DID-SOMETHING-STIR-YOU?
ㅤㅤ (My Clandestine ⋮ Somehow
ㅤㅤ Upon This Perpentual Wind.)
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ • • ━━━━━━━━━━━
I have known people who demand to be remembered, who settle into your soul like letters chiseled into aged timber. Rain’s muted descent at daybreak wove you into my reverie | ‘&. in that brief of wind, it felt like you were here. You linger in a different way, though.
ㅤ
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(I.) “And if I never find the perfect words, let this be enough: You are beautiful in ways the world does not have language for.”
Here. Here is where I leave my words like flower petals on your doorstep, Andrew. Hoping you’ll notice before the wind carries them away. i don’t know if this counts as love, but if it does, let me love you in the way ivy loves brick walls. without permission, without hesitation. / (You.) .. You are the sunbeam that sneaks through my window at 4:36 pm, the warmth I didn’t know I needed but always find myself leaning into. You are the extra fries at the bottom of the bag, the lucky song shuffle, the soft hum of a world that feels just a little kinder because you exist in it.
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(I.) “And if I never find the perfect words, let this be enough: You are beautiful in ways the world does not have language for.”
Here. Here is where I leave my words like flower petals on your doorstep, Andrew. Hoping you’ll notice before the wind carries them away. i don’t know if this counts as love, but if it does, let me love you in the way ivy loves brick walls. without permission, without hesitation. / (You.) .. You are the sunbeam that sneaks through my window at 4:36 pm, the warmth I didn’t know I needed but always find myself leaning into. You are the extra fries at the bottom of the bag, the lucky song shuffle, the soft hum of a world that feels just a little kinder because you exist in it.
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