Do you remember? There was that one time, the one where I smelled your skin, all over, and told you everything I know. I let it pour out from my mouth like a soft fountain, flowing with mesmerizing skill. I knew what I was doing before it was done. I didn't know why. I still don't. Sometimes, sometimes. I don't have an answer. There is no beginning or end. It just was. There is a space that I left for you and it feels strange to say that because we are strangers and will always be. I feel as though the subtleties get lost in the soft part of my prose. The harshness that is felt is imagined. I look at you and blink with the likeness of a kitten. My eyes are round and wet. Innocent and curious. But, you don't know why. You can't tell what it is that happens behind them. There is a world only I know how to show. And I only know how to let you in the doorway. You have to dig deeper to find it. The empty house that waits for someone to make a home.
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