Where should I build my comfort blocks?
You say "In my blue and black socks."

There was never a place more wry
And colder than your emotions dry

I'd rather stay in a bin
Than seek comfort in your skin

Would you consider me a fool
If I ever stole your cheap stool

To climb over your shelves
And say hi to my older selves

Who've long suffered and died
Because of your snobbish bully of a pride.

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An omelette for our souls

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/follow the steps in caption/

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2022 was a loose strand of hair
Lying silently on my cheek.

I slapped it thinking it's a mosquito
Now my cheek hurts.

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A plate full of ants— % &If you've swiped right, let me give you a few reasons why I feel you've become mature.— % &7. You won't panic if there were a fire breaking out. You'd simply ignore it.— % &2. You call me an idiot in a thousand different ways, justifying each way twice. — % &4. We could stop talking for weeks and still come back and bicker about who should text first.— % &6. You love your sleep. The world could be ending, but you got to have your beauty sleep.— % &10. You collect all the information before engaging in full-fledged dramatics.— % &8. Even your sister is getting married. (Sometime soon)— % &5. You are pathetic.— % &1. It's 1 am. Tired eyes take over urgent minds and we both drift off. Asleep. Without expecting replies. — % &9. You never show your cupboards. Perfect place to hide dead bodies.— % &3. We respect each other's decision to keep blank dps.— % &

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Writing chocolate twice on the grocery list
Rock, paper, scissors to choose dinner menu
Oh, conversations of bare skins under violet blankets

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1. For a thousandth time, NO, we're not naming our kid Ben 10.

2. Yeah, yeah, you know I love You and all. But where is the poem? I was promised a handwritten poem. WHERE IS IT?

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Let me be a refrigerator.
Let me hug you so tight and so dark
that this world wouldn't see you
until the door is opened.— % &

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