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lack of color

i hoped to feel something with someone's hands on my hips, but i didn't. again. as always.

i went home and dreamed that we loved each other, smiling as we sat together on my bed, but you told me we were too far away.

the desire isn't even that conscious anymore. but i see you when i sleep all the time.

her posts say things like "jusqu'à l'infiniment grand" with your name below.

i genuinely hope you're happy. that's all.