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Come sit, share with me my access company. I'm warmer than that heater, and I can kiss you on your cheek.

Come stand, here with me. Watch the worn floor for splinters. We can dance in the lights that burned out last week.

Come, unplug things here, with me. I don't want to hear the fridge run, because it's steps are louder than yours.

Come, open the window for me. I don't want to look outside because everything looks so ****** after I've seen what's under the sheets.

Come stand, or sit, or dance, or lay.
I don't care what you do, just keep moving, just keep me awake.
I wish your memories were threads
Sewn through my skin
Your beautiful stitching
A make shift fix

But your memories are splinters
A dull ache
Hiding in the depths of my head

Splinters, you are a foreign object
My body in protest
You linger a reminder
Just behind my skin
*You're always there

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