tongue (nico's pov)
and sometimes i wonder
if i fell in love with a man
who's tongue is a gun,
every word hitting me in
the chest like a shot. i
could not even remember
the last time he'd spoken
to me, but at this training
arena, the words are
rolling out of his voice
carelessly, falling on my
ears like the sound of
singing angels. how
dangerous heartbreak is.
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