french toast sliced memories harden on the counter waiting to soak in the sweetness of your next arrival. when our bodies soften like sponges we sink into our past selves until delirium forces us to bed where fondness marinates Love saturates ‘til my dripping body wakes me bakes me so we never dissolve.
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french toast sliced memories harden on the counter waiting to soak in the sweetness of your next arrival. when our bodies soften like sponges we sink into our past selves until delirium forces us to bed where fondness marinates Love saturates ‘til my dripping body wakes me bakes me so we never dissolve.