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I have not written here in a long time and I am not sure if I have anything to say. All my observations and feelings are settled on my tongue like dust and I worry more and more that I am losing consciousness. I worry that I am dispatching my empathy. That though he says my body is rising to unknown temperatures in his arms everything feels (psychically) cold. And though I have left all my fallen down lovers with posies in my pockets, carrying on ghostly, but still carrying on with a hand in my hand. I thought that maybe he would fill me like water in a cup. Everything is tight but scattered and my teeth ache from grinding them in my sleep. I am again not sure what to say because everything is dust and then dust turns to dust.