where the light falls and stains the carpet, i am sick and bleeding and lying on the floor. surrounding but not touching, and i think that this is a metaphor for love and distance. i think that this is a metaphor, and this is ten thousand miles. these are six phone calls i couldn't return, and this is why it never works. we are comparing unlike
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