the ferocity with which i grasp
at you terrifies me,
as it must you.
i love you
i'm not IN love with you.
how much of this statement
is true, how much
a lie?
which one of us was lying,
who
is lying now?
sometimes as we sleep
i try to fit into you
as though i have always
been a part
of your body
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