I am desperately looking the other way so that love won’t see me
You laughed and waved. Your body bright beneath the clear green water, its shape fitting your shape, holding you, faithful to you
We lay on our bed in the rented room and i feed you plums the color of bruises
Louise, in this single bed, between these garish sheets, i will find a map as likely as any treasure hunt pg20
— Oct 12, 2026 03:28PM
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