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I used to hate angles. It was all too complicated, with degrees and rulers. Now I see them differently. I feel the angle of which my head turns to look at your. A slight one, gently calculated so that my eyes can do the rest of the work. I see angle in how I position myself, never directly in front of you but still so desperate not to be forgotten. A position that allows me to watch your angles. The curved, the straight, the ones that occur when you yourself tilt your head to look to me. How do I calculate that? Does it measure to the same angle when you looked down at me sleeping on your chest? Or perhaps the one where you hid yourself away in my shoulder? I have more questions than before, when I thought angles was just maths. Will you explain to me which angle you see me through? Or will I keep having to try find yours?
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
Angles
I used to hate angles. It was all too complicated, with degrees and rulers. Now I see them differently. I feel the angle of which my head turns to look at your. A slight one, gently calculated so that my eyes can do the rest of the work. I see angle in how I position myself, never directly in front of you but still so desperate not to be forgotten. A position that allows me to watch your angles. The curved, the straight, the ones that occur when you yourself tilt your head to look to me. How do I calculate that? Does it measure to the same angle when you looked down at me sleeping on your chest? Or perhaps the one where you hid yourself away in my shoulder? I have more questions than before, when I thought angles was just maths. Will you explain to me which angle you see me through? Or will I keep having to try find yours?
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
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