Long long time ago, when he was new and amazingly close for being so far away, it came up in a contecst of small apartment, sofabed, silly movies, take away and lots of love.
A crocodile suit for two.
It might be the night that drags me down, everything is clearer in daylight, but my excitement has vanished like the greatness of the thought in my unskillful hands. Becoming real usually wracks things up, you want what you can't reach and when it's there you grow used to it like a pair of shoes.
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