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bijou
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of all the late night installations of resolve
to do it all over again
i never wake up in the same place that i fell asleep
a few inches away their arms and legs are tangled together warm under the blanket they share.
a few inches from my face is a stubbly chin. why can't you look me in the eyes after i have kissed you.
why can't ANYone look me in the eyes?
i can build it and build it until the sun rises. arches and alleys and a grand scheme, every inch blueprinted. the only thing i forgot to plan is what i will do when none of it makes sense anymore.
i never wake up in the same place i fell asleep.
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