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I wrote so to read you. I care little for my own words and only have a

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life when covered by yours. I am prudish and offer you some nakedness
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of mine because I know you will bend the tender meat of your mind and
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I'll feel less cold. I'll watch the condensation of your realness against my
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icy world. The mist pearling on the lines I receive is my water. I do not

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possess all that is required to decode any language. I just go by its perfume,
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by the notes

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by the shades

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and the textures

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out of which I protect myself

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from the winds and the storms

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endlessly

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erasing my prints.

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I write because I read.

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Earthquakes

 

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and tremor
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kept destroying my homes
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so I build them now
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with paper and light
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and no longer get hurt or crushed bones

 

if they crumble

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