I knew I'd get around to this
this attempt
sad though it is
it is only sad when comparing the task with the talent
when I turn to my left at 4am in my bed
our noses should always meet
then our lips
and a warmth exchanged
something unsaid
unseen
and softer than the air we breathe
this caustic brilliance keeps my heart smiling
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