From Russia With Love
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if he could have held you
with the grip of knowing
what elements you’re made of
you still would have burned through skin
it’s safer to put you down
close the door + throw away the key
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photo / Olivia Bee
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you speak and I get closer and
suddenly my air is your air and
we are no longer one and another
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writing / ⁃ @loser.zine
photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
I just want to dance on the beach again,
Under the pink skies we call home.
photo / Juan Ricardo Huerta
writing / Kendall Hill
a tiger sleeping under my skin, a tiger sleeping under your skin
Letting go’s not giving in
the room is on fire and she’s fixing her hair
You can be in my dreams
if I can be in yours
smelling the flowers pressed against her neck
It could be you.
