when you speak
my teeth turn to milk
melt away like butter
like dairy
i am soft in your shadow
breaking
always
trying to live up to the creases in your palms
i want to create destiny too
but i am mortal
and simple
silly that way
with my skin
and stories
the ones you dont read
there are walls everywhere
we've found a way to hide there
be beautiful in our creations
the pictures we drew in the back of our closest
refusing to share
but wishing the other would sneak a peak
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