What do I want to say to you? Feet on steely chair, a massage travels two ways. Don't eat a sandwich at 10:30 PM. A message travels through itself. Opportunity misses you. I miss us. No time for parties. I can't talk to her anymore. I can talk to you anymore. I can write a word anymore. Small baby hand holds itself up to white light. Into softening belly I press send. Now we hope.
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