| no. 9 (ikea love) | ||||
| you
loved me in the dark before it was light enough to read the instructions. disassembling me kiss by touch, you put me back together in the confused space between us. later you found a small part lost in the covers. not quite knowing what to do, you threw it out. no wonder I felt something missing. |
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