Shuffle your legs to the other side of the bed,
I am too familiar with your desperations.

As the rain comes…we both are going to go out and walk down the neighborhood of electrical blues…and we both going to learn separations.

The waves are near, the patches on our bedsheets are far away in peanut brains…make some distance between us and tell me to avenge it by quiet suffering.

You remember the first time I walked you home and you held my hand and you kissed my lips and all in once you flew away inside your comfort…that was a killing or a premature butchering.

I won’t say I love you. You know me. I don’t say things which can be expressed by words…I don’t think I still know you…

No don’t shuffle your hands from my chest…just shuffle your legs. There should be a continuity between our ribcages. Call me a liar…and get away…but I won’t lie that I have loved you.

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