untitled [“we just kept / giving eachother”]

we just keptgiving eachotherlittlethingsso sure thatif we stoppedwe’d blow away fromone anothera reverse infernotwo candles in embracemy 5 year chipthe bell from snake’s collara family teacup with a pear on ita sock you snuck into my suitcasei imagine if i were to collect all the thingsas i may have to do to be put into a boxthey would sit quietly together and humwhat am i to do thenwith a box filled with youthat hums away closed in a closet

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