there is a map to get to know me i drew it in invisible ink that you’ll swear you can see after a glass or two of red wine this map has no end or beginning just directions of me wanting to get to know you it’ll never tell you which way is north for my internal compass is too affected by magnets and whatever direction the moon wants to pull me in it’s less of a map and more of a dance scattered drunk footprints that think they’re making their way somewhere this map is too afraid to tell you who i am though every day i will try to let you unfold it but all i can manage right now is to rip off
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