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I could write a poem about you spilling ink the way your eyes spill into my heart A story with the traces of your palm or a song filled with the melodies of your soul Do you know how beautiful you are? how it shoots through me like bolts of lighting I’m floating above the toxicity of myself high on the sound of your laughs a perfect thunder you don’t know how beautiful you are you calm the waves of my mind steadying the sea of anxiety it fights to steal the air in my lungs deflated into depression inflated by the warmth of your arms the sound of your heart racing in your chest Are you living on this high too? or am I dreaming of an existence that doesn’t exist? -hannah :)