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or how when you left from the door and the corner, when you left I said it after spitting the spit in the sink and looking at the look in the mirror but said it nonetheless and sometimes I think I laugh too loud when I notice or where does that fever rise like the ache in the lack of sound that comes up sometimes I want to say when you are there that it's not him there but it's me there it was wet behind our knees there and under our backs there and what came instead went hidden, here is a hinge of a silent door, or how I go lifting, elbows to the bed and hips up with hands that are too small held to the bowl of the sides where the bone comes and imagine them holding and wish to be wrecked by the emptiness of mouths and wish to be held here and held here and held here and wrecked.