squint lulled by the shimmer of a razor dulling itself on skin, shaving my legs gets boring, so i think of you because you're there to pass the time. I blur the projection of your face, I never found it attractive to begin with. I never reach out to touch you, but I let your watery hands dribble around me. Feels like a lonely symphony. Only you could make being together feel so alone. 021023
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