Unlikely
Pieces of recent moments are lining up in the doorway - the coffee pot watching us make love and the bookshelf is falling to pieces. You are a Catcher in the Rye kind of liar and I can’t seem to distinguish reality from fantasy. The augmented adjacent sounds of perversion-love and redemption - scatter on my skin with your fingers tracing
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