when i think about when i've run my hands across someone's stomach, or held their hipbone, or played with their hair, the memory exists in my fingers. replaying the moments in my head causes my fingers to, almost, feel it. and while i know that everything only exists in my head, it is quite a feat that everything seems external. p.s., i miss that.

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i've lost a lot of sleep to dreams