Moments Time held still for us, or so it seemed; There we lay with my head upon your chest. Every time I exhale I see the thin, barely noticeable layer of hair sway. The silence is sharper than cutting diamond and as delicate as a moths wing. These are the moments when I really appreciate what we share. We take it in turns to tickle eachother's backs, when it's my turn, I write my name over and over. Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. I want my name to seep through your skin and scar your heart, so you'll forever wish to keep me.
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