Me the CreatorJanaka Stucky
I sit beside you and point to all the deletions— Heartbeats footsteps caves filaments. The air around me fills with the sound Your plane always about to land. In your absence we are always breathless at the gate, Me whispering pretty omissions into your mouth.
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