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you’re in your

you’re in your sickly state and i’m lying there, beside you, legs betweex’ legs, and i think of the worst for you, allowing those thoughts to walk themselves in and take seat amongst our joy, proudly proclaiming their obedience to none, and then i awake in this semi-slumber and see i’m looking in the shadow form for something good, when the entirety of this room is bright, and i lose myself in hovering thoughts of how beautiful these four walls are with window, you, and i.

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