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I stayed up and watched TV. I can hardly remember. I need you here with me. I need you next to me, I need your head on my shoulder your jointsknucklesfingertips carefully wrapped around my collarbone you're sleeping, somewhere. My fingers itch to push themselves in between your thick ribs when you hyperventilate I like I roll my hands around your back latch onto your shoulder blades and feel the ends of your false ribs touch the backs of your lungs -- sometimes I can almost see them through your shirt -- and I cannot help but whisper that I am inlovewithyou in your ear. I hope you remember forever the way I kissed you then. And I'm sorry for what I said tonight but bear with me. My hands have never been this clean.
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