in-between love: i know what love's about
the lover who turns up outside your front door, praying into the wood - you ask them to knead stolen things into you: a promise, a lie, a story they never owned, a kiss, a phone bill, a poem. they never make it beyond the gap between the floor boards and the frame, their teeth sinking a shallow…
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