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⠀⠀⠀23/03/23 — the scribbles you once scrawled on the walls of that patch of space are still there. despite my attempts to wash it with salt water, it is reluctance to disappear. you forgot, when you decided to go there. you leave this box unlocked. until the storm comes without a hitch. filling a broken heart. it’s been a long time since you hobbled your steps far away, a long time since your gentle hands blended hope, a long time since your hugs were hidden from view. your house is still as warm as it has always been. i’ve adjusted the temperature and placed some velvet in that corner. i’ll wait for you to arrive. so that the long hope that you once filed from your lips would not merely be a meaningless nothingness. so that the hands holding out for happiness do not contain tears. you still hold the key, my dear.
⠀⠀⠀n.w.⠀⚹⠀@dwellsheart.⠀(i’ll drive you home, and give you forehead kisses all night.)
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⠀⠀⠀23/03/23 — the scribbles you once scrawled on the walls of that patch of space are still there. despite my attempts to wash it with salt water, it is reluctance to disappear. you forgot, when you decided to go there. you leave this box unlocked. until the storm comes without a hitch. filling a broken heart. it’s been a long time since you hobbled your steps far away, a long time since your gentle hands blended hope, a long time since your hugs were hidden from view. your house is still as warm as it has always been. i’ve adjusted the temperature and placed some velvet in that corner. i’ll wait for you to arrive. so that the long hope that you once filed from your lips would not merely be a meaningless nothingness. so that the hands holding out for happiness do not contain tears. you still hold the key, my dear.
⠀⠀⠀n.w.⠀⚹⠀@dwellsheart.⠀(i’ll drive you home, and give you forehead kisses all night.)
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