When all I can possibly do to feel intimate with you is listen to all those songs you said were great, read all the words you assured were sure to dilate..my eyes, in between lines I bookmark moments with a kiss, scroll down with a smile, open gates in a stolen part of my atomized universe still untouched, unpulverized; oh the bliss, scattered in a rapture of creased sheets under which I often hide during each dawn of remembrance, my every second of awareness.
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