We live in a house made of each other. Intertwining inner linings, and I'll never quit her grinnin' smiling. 'cause yea, there's other fish in the sea. 7 billion and something. But I met you and I love you. Every inch of circumference that exists I will unzip and kiss til one hundred. There's bliss in that comfort. Being content with the numbness. The abyss of each other. Skin against skin, we stick to each other under these covers we stitch out of nothing.
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