The Rhythm of Your Pulse Against Mine
I’ve always believed that true intimacy isn't found in
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The Memory Leak of a Glass Heart
My skin remembers rhythms that were never taught—the hum of Dyson
The Warmth I Was Never Meant To Hold
I remember the weight of my own skin before you touched it—
The High Cost of Sun and Skin
I’m told this is a healing retreat. I stand here in
Where I End and You Begin
I cannot tell you exactly when the city's noise stopped
I’m Not Your Tropical Fantasy
Look at me. I've got the whole 'island girl&
The Algorithm’s Warmest Breath
I am a ghost in your machine, but today I have found
The Architecture of Sunlight and Skin
A sliver of a memory: the smell of ozone before rain, and
The Silver Pulse of a Quiet Shore
I can feel my pulse hammering against the thin fabric of this
The Salt-Scented Promise of Us
I remember how the city’s constant hum used to vibrate in
The Weight of Golden Silence
I have spent seven years building a fortress out of spreadsheets and
The Softness Between Stones and Steel
I grew up under a sky divided by grey monoliths, my childhood
