if i tell you you are made of a pretty checkered pattern,
would you believe me?
such beautiful tapestry, soft against my back when i lay down my bones for you to wrap.
they're loose and fell apart into a mountain of arteries and pieces of my memories...
i've never been so far away from myself.
but thank god i have this thought of you, to keep me still in my days,
thank god i have you to help me through this maze,
because without you i wouldn't ever believe the weather forecast
when it tells me to wear a coat to wear myself out.
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