·jeremías, teenage introvert, demisexual, amateur writer, & sapiosexual.
·if my lungs were as empty as my love,
i'd be a parched dream,
struggling to find molecules of oxygen,
straining to breathe, closer to being a corpse than to existing as a live being.
i do not drink. i only spill from the vessel of my heart: drunken words from a sober soul.
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