when i was younger you terrified me
and i still try not to think about it
but maybe there’s a face in you
to keep all the little parts together
i sometimes fear my spine will not survive
all the pressure of the eighth letter
on the ninth vertebra, but i fear more
the anonymity of being without you
i’d never love you less
if someone spent all night gluing you
back into me
just to get things back to the way they were
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LOVE LOVE LOVE
i agree with riley, this is amazing (not that that is new for you)!
reading this four times caused the weirdness to evaporate and i instead experienced a moment of fondness for my own skeleton.
man!
i thought you were writing a poem. i'm on the computer and everything.
but nooooo.
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