Two Hundred and Fifty-Eight.

15/9/14

Izzy circle

izzy

you are your own galaxy and I am mine
each of us contains a thousand worlds
filled with countless tiny ecosystems

we are constantly losing parts of ourselves
and evolving new parts to take their place
folding inwards before we regenerate

I have a black hole somewhere in my stomach
the last of an endangered species of seabird circling your brow

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Sarah circle

sarah

the cricket rubs his legs together and makes music
so beautiful that when you slow it down, it sounds like a choir of angels
calling the holiest name of god
nobody gives him shit for not having a thigh gap

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