who else dreams of downpours and polish vectra technologies. and how i know that the way the world suddenly shifted once you arrived in it leaves you feeling melancholy strange. somehow slightly less absurd. it's just that i do know what makes bats fly sideways. and why your neck was sore this morning. how come you're having trouble sleeping nights. i love you. like clotted cream. or the aftermouth of sex. all haphazardly and stunned. but no more or less unhinged. than before.


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