we fit like other people do
i suppose
flawed and perfect
our exclusive young affection
warm and hazy in our winter morningafter
skin and flesh and sweat and tiny hairs
layered close together, sharing quiet words
like neighbouring pages:
"i'm still not sure how this works."
"never mind, beautiful -
by the time we figure it out
it won't be our place to know things like that."
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