A good man will unwind you in your sheets in daylight.

Look at all your fissures with wonder and squeeze you to his chest.

Leave love notes in a neat bed.

I’m afraid of light and sweetness.

I don’t want to let you in but I won’t let you go.

This.

Finally.

This is a helplessness I can’t stand against with fists.

I’m already falling to pieces.

Catch them.

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