I saw the curve of your back in the pale blue light of dawn, your legs pushing back the sheet as we tangle, tangle. I see myself in dark half-lidded, drug-kissed eyes. We are ghost-skinned at six in the morning, crushing into each other, seeking the heartstrings that we can wrap ourselves around. We are the blind leading the blind, murmuring, "
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