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09 March 2006  |  4:15 AM  

B.,

Even when we press against one another, there will be gaps: folds in our flesh; the concave nature of our palms; the time our lips are apart between kisses; minute dimples in the surface of our tongues.

I’m obsessed with the space between us. It’s miles as I write this. Soon it may be blocks. It can never be too small.

D.


    
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