it is your haze.
your bright-eyed magnetic screams,
that make my rain float,
as your sun soaks slowly
into me.
it is.
your cunningly, enchanted sway,
that makes my bedsheet squeal,
and sunshine scream memories
of desolate vacancies.
it
is
your
haze.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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