When you are back lingering me from the point of question to the question mark I am out. Your ceiling demonstrates suffering and I can't stand watching it. I closed the door behind, it is the same morning. You are asleep and I am counting stars. Animals in diagrams, thinking ways of shrinking. Hold my throat/stab my back/squeeze my nipple/scratch my ear/bite my fingers/ lick my head/stand on your feet/fall down/ all/ tender kiss me/glue me on your chest and try elsewhere. This is how the night unfolds and now I only see the question marks.
There is no certainty, we are words; the closer i look at you, the further away you move, the closer you look at me the further away I move
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