By no means average...

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Wanderlust...

I imagine my lungs breathing in

as a pair of wings.

There's a crow in my chest

crying out through my broken ribs.

It's so warm on your forehead

the sweat makes my lipstick melt. 

The deep smell of you dangerously 

matches the perfume inside of me.

- K. Park, Everything