Paillettes

You are leather and soft and warm and comforting, made from a material and made with a metric of which I wish I could disapprove of.

I would be ok with dying early, if I get to die with you, in the palaces and the gutters, in meters and kilograms.

How much do you think love is worth in suffering, the universal metric? Yours is the only opinion that makes me float despite my soul being lead (Pb)

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