lost in translation I want to swim in the depths of your collar bones, shrink down and crawl into your chest— slide down to kick my legs over the edges of your rib bones and sit inside the cavity where your voice sounds like melted gold, and it drapes me in a warm cloak of emotion that doesn’t have a name. the closest words we have are: I’m so in love with you. and so— I love you, and I hope you feel me inside your chest swinging from your heartstrings like vines. - Annie O’Sullivan
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