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keep me close. hold me inside. do not reach out. you do not want me. you do not want this. it makes me sad to think this is not enough for you. it leads to the wringing out of bed sheets soaked in night-sweats from fever-dreams. indian summers never felt so wrong. i am a blur. or i want to be. i want to put my head down and look up to a new place. so hold me close, but don't reach out. let me be that blur next to you. a face you recognize and a name you can place, but eyes you cannot look into and a name you cannot say. i let you be a blur. a distant figure. irony decreed that your shadow would grow longer, and creep closer as days went by. but do not mistake this fate like we did before. we will run into mirrors again. we will wind up on the same sea walls, surrounded by storm swells.