before we met i’d been trying to find you for a very long time. the absence of you made me queasy as if on a rickety fairground wheel. even now that we have met, sometimes i fear we haven't; i find myself rummaging around under our bed. i bang my head on your knees as you come to lead me back to sleep with your soft hands; your calm in the dark.
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I used to feel the same way!
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