I’ve spread pieces of you on my bedroom walls (my fragile way of keeping you close) and I keep changing them from place to place so I can return later and discover all seven differences during a small minute. Fall out pieces end up fading, but I do not ask what they’ve taken in their pockets as you do not qualm the light from a full moon. I think
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