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[_seamonster]

There are a million pieces on the table in colors and her slender hands sort through them
poking
her feet are kicking
she is on my lap
I can tell we're going to be puzzle people when we grow old, she said
her eyes scan the surface
that would be nice I enjoy them, I say
she takes the piece from my hand and presses the male part of it into the female part of another
hey whats the big idea
she laughs

;;

my hands were always touching her always tracing
I've traced the structure of her bones with my hands and felt every curve
now she's gone and I see her almost with my eyes
I could trace her image on the wall