i'm not sure what it is i'm supposed to say to you, or hear from you, but i do know when i want it most. when i'm curled in my sheets and i have to reach for the light. for one moment, well, one succession of moments, you are there: tired as hell, buzzed, half clothed, wanting me to shut up and crawl into the blankets, and holding your phone as a
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