Thursday, September 17

you will come you will not fit in the door I will scream twice you will bring me cheese you will hold your breath you will ask if my teeth are healthy you will not be ready never ready for this I will cry because I never thought I will I never thought I was I never though. Sometimes, of course, I did, but only secretly in my sleep. And somehow we both know. You will come you will not fit the door I will love you forever.

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