I hate that I write all this when I should be reading. I'm leaking all that I know without taking anything back in. It's selfish and inefficient. I want it to feel good. Not me, it. I want contentment among discontentment, holes in our lives and a locked door. I don't want anything else.
My happiness is unfortunately proximity based. You smell good, even when you smell awful. Your smile makes me smile which makes you smile. I think I'm going to be sick, I hope you're near when I do. I hope it makes you sick as well. We can hold hands and be sick together. Penguin's smile.
I was on a boat
With a sail
The mast broke
Off
Fell into the water
With a splash
It soaked my clothes
Now I'm wet.
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