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I strip and I'm pretty. And the little useless pieces of paper fall, fall.
I turn round and am startled;
There's someone standing behind me. As I approach, so does she.
Her brow furrows and she grimaces; this isn't the time for company.
Book titles.
Supermarket lists.
She is so silent; I wonder if there exists in her mind the myriad thoughts in mine.
They don't show.
*giggle*
She fits perfectly behind her wall.
I wonder if she'll give in to torpor.
Watch the carpet, love. It can burn.
New songs.
Addresses.
Find the yellow one down there, will you? It has a sticky back.
I knew i'd been dreaming a lot lately.
but they haven't been writing well.
no, maybe that was me.
there's nothing more.
not without you here.
but if i left?
you put on her tail.
her mermaid's tail.
it changed your DNA.
your language.
you kicked me out.
i had to leave my bike.
my mattress.
it was my garage.
you left with her.
you're changing everything.
the daylight burns.
it is apposite.
