Vignette #8

Life giving, give me life, remember me in pieces between breaths into my lungs. Haggard, filled with cuts and holes, torn sails, moving nowhere at all. Pour into me and as it leaks out of my body like blood I will try to be tender for you. We are our own selves my love; there is too much in being had. Falsification, frantic, filled with being and being a singular soul. I will struggle with you across all the oceans; you remembered that. No one else can pick up my emotions with feeling and place them in boxes like you can and I have found that. It is why I need you.

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