every lover girl deserves endless joy to fill the wind with howling laughter holding hands on the sidewalk after two drinks and a shared cigarette feeling safe under street lamps building a home in someoneβs collarbone bonding over bad decisions unashamed of their need to stir whatever is about to settle to be adored for their thunderclap softness to know gentle, slow, patient love can still grow where there are wildfires.
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I felt the collarbone part. π