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Darling, it’s three in the Sunday morning, and I miss your shape next to mine in bed so keenly. The shape of a pillow does not really help. I wish I could tangle my legs together with yours. The distance between your lowest rib and the top of your hip is the length of my hand outstretched. The scruff of your cropped hair under my hand is bristled and the shape of your skull provides sleek contrast. My mouth waters when I think of your taste. Please don’t stay away. There’s two bottles of whiskey in this room and I need to go to church with my dad for the first time in ten years in the morning, I want to text you desperately and beg you to come over, today the necklace you bought me broke. Come back so I can come home. - K.
