Magpie, in the middle of the night, by AngelBrynner.

The only time I get lost in this life is when I zone out staring into the swirls of gray clumping together above that look you get in your eyes, locked in. It's like a pool in the sunshine drying me out, every shade between black and white possible on earth instead of blue asking me to reach in and be relieved, to dip myself in what you are to me. Chaos comes clean in me when I stay centered with you. Cleanness comes in hot, like you do, shivering, strong, wild-eyed, heavy and terrified...knowing what is happening to you taking on me. If anything else in this world could do to me what you do, I'd kill it, strangle the life out of it, rip it open with bare, bloodied by it hands...because I want it from nobody living outside of the shape and smell of you.

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