cause it's hard to say no

I'm alive, goddamnit. 

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Another night lying in your bed,

asleep in your clothes,

Your beard against my hair.

Another on the list of days

Running seven months long,

My drawer still preserved

In your room, an artifact,

My toothbrush a fossil

Of old comforts now dead.

I have spent hours

Tracing hair on your chest

creases on your face

lines on your back

and I have found, indisputably,

all roads on that map

lead back here.

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-Loch