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this side of life

I took my face off. And put the clock down. I miss you on this side of the wall. On this side of life. My blood hurts. This time of night. We don't really know each other. But I think about you. I think about my arms around you. And your legs around me. I think about moving through you. My dick inside you. My tongue inside you. I dream about looking out the window at night. At a city without lights. A window without reflections. I look at myself in a colorless picture. I write an invisible novel, a fictional biography of a life that was never lived.

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