i can imagine us crossing paths by an open sewer years from now. you'll still be wearing the same wide smile and your two front teeth are sticking out (like they were in my house). i wish i lived in a world that kept your shoulders up and freckles bright. i'd show you pictures of older workmates, terrified of those you liked. oh, all these words of mine! but i'm signing up for it. we can sleep in separate beds, we can sit opposite. i can imagine us crossing paths by an open sewer and diving in. you know we won't be around forever; shed your clothing, shed your skin (like it's medicine). it's the season for jeans and getting your arms out.
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