2:53

A poem about the way he says my name.

My brain is still alive with the promise of you.

We've been talking for hours, quiet enough to not wake your parents, but just loud enough to hear the sweet none sense that pours from the space on your lips reserved for all the things you thought you had to keep to yourself.

Then my name bursts past your tongue and spills between your teeth like it's been trapped there for ages.

It's like nothing I've ever heard before.

You make each syllable say 'this is a girl who can paint galaxies with eyes like that and she is everything from ardent flames, so hard to touch and even harder to capture, to the deepest part of the ocean, riveting with the thought of the unknown.'

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[Clara]

Then my name bursts past your tongue and spills between your teeth like it's been trapped there for ages.

That line really stood out. Loved it.