I’m caught up thinking on and on about our recent bed sleeps, about holding you platonically underneath the bed sheets. Friendship bundles up the nervous wrecks into night creeps. Sucking love off of your torso till it makes my heart leap back into a rhythm, baby shocked with saline. Your toes are so cold but I can be your light beam. We’re far to close to feel the fabric breaking, the rub is friction and different placing. But soon I won’t be interesting anymore. But soon you won’t lean on me anymore. But soon you’ll see friends aren’t fun anymore. It’s this certain kind of friend that makes my marxist lungs leak. After losing the my place with you self harm fits in nicely, not enough to sleep forever but enough that things look bleak. In bed with you a special new forever lasts in the speech. There is a faction of self that is caught in-between doors when one’s not totally closed but nothing’s opening more. In these time betterment just seems like a shame. At least all things change.
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