[ he thinks he’s smiling, things it’s a laugh lingering on the tail-end of each syllable, but he can’t feel his face, can’t feel anything outside of the whole-body ache that’s taken root in his soul. ]
Let’s find a beach instead. All the sand you want with all the stars you need.
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[ he thinks he’s smiling, things it’s a laugh lingering on the tail-end of each syllable, but he can’t feel his face, can’t feel anything outside of the whole-body ache that’s taken root in his soul. ]
Let’s find a beach instead. All the sand you want with all the stars you need.