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  • I will write /
    haiku about how I //
    adored you /
    Wefting the threads of memory that warp my clothes.
    The clothes I changed in front of you like a magician
    The embers of sand that were burned in my quilts like 8th notes
    and the stark sensation of your head against my breast
    I hesitated //
    just for a moment when you //
    awoke that morning /
    Then I sewed my fingers in to the curls of you hair to sigh over your scalp.
    You were content to warm your cheek up to my lungs but used the floor as a bed because you didn't want to sleep with me
    You were happy to share your kisses only in reverence to your actions
    You wanted to hold my hand but only to comfort me
    I believed everything you did,
    every /
    word and all //
    lyrics, /
    pencil /
    to paper //
    and rhyme, /
    was subjected to me as gold.
    I convinced myself /
    that your Midus fingertips //
    refrained out of fear. /
    But what I thought was /
    skinny love was nothing more //
    than obesity /
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