I wonder what it’d be like to be called yours, and to call you mine. Would our names fit in each other’s mouth? Would our

I wonder what it’d be like to be called yours, and to call you mine. Would our names fit in each other’s mouth? Would our love taste sweet on my tongue? Would it burn in my throat? Would we be too much to consume? I do not digest feelings very well, but if it meant having you, I’d swallow them whole — love, sickness, passion and all.

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