"Your rib cage is a goddamn prison and I'm trying hard to shift my weight within you so that I don't crush your sternum because by now you must realize that my mouth will always taste like stale coffee, and you will always have cold orange juice dripping down your throat, and when we kiss we clash like two symphonies at war with one another- sometimes matching notes but never hitting the same pitch."
I had dreamed about weathering a summer storm with you.

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