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i thought i felt your shape but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong. i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb. i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight. but last night, on your birthday, in the kitchen, my grip was loose. my eyes were open. i felt your shape and heard you breathing. i felt the rise and fall of your chest. i felt your fall, your winter snows, your gusty blow, your lava flow. i felt it all... your starry night, your lack of light. with limp arms i can feel most of you. i hung around your neck independently. my loss was overwhelmed by this new depth i don't think i ever felt. but i don't know, my nights are cold. i remember warmth. i could've sworn i wasn't alone.