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  • I'm waiting.
    I'm allocating mental energy to reconstruct the caresses and the hugs, to fine tune them to what they were before he left: not too strong, sometimes they came too violent; not too soft, I want to feel him under my hands.
    I will need once again to give a shape to the void that separates our bodies, trying at first to make it small, as small as I can, adere to his skin like tape: around, across, top to bottom. Then make the space big, living us in solitude while being together, then again tape, until I'll find the old balance again.
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