I wish i were his furniture, which got to be with you last night, which you beheld and appreciated. I wish I were of its proximity, and that you like. I wish i were a cushion, or a pillow, or a blanket, anything soft yo can get hold of and accompany you when you are at ease, and when you feel like grasping, or a daily piece of comfy. I wish I were a hard bed good mattress, well supports and no one but you lay eyes on - unknowingly be with you, which you gently lean against, and me gently lean against the upside down way. Be longing Belonging.
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