i love fists
and call
me
the cat, your special, i can purr to that.
whatever it is that draws me to you
still bruises because love is a strong hand
squeezing when we're apart
i love it when hands call
and yours is on the first ring,
call it: answering.
wish you were here
is playing on repeat
because they are
the words i need you to hear.
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