I will show a new man my old heart

we exchanged words through smoke-filled mouths. and then we found our bodies speaking loud and our hearts rest against the flesh trading stories of loves pain, doubt, and rivaling insecurities when did we learn to speak without works and in tongues maybe we should just stop here
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if i go any farther north, i’ll be in canada. but i’ll keep you in mind next time i’m in middle america.

you’re amazing and beautiful.
-matt
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