we are all contradictions…. the clock ticks quietly on the dresser as the wet of tears feel now cooled by a light passing draft.it seems from the start he understood intrinsically. even things never imagined were there.
“I’m sorry,” he says to me.his arms still around me.then releases the bondage.and no, I do not say that I did feel his own tears too down my neck;I pretend I did not notice;but I feel it inside.i feel him inside me.i feel all of his soul and even the broken pieces
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