our fingerprints don't match but our hands cast the same shadow. you sleep in your bed, she sleeps on the floor, i sleep in between classes. day shift, night shift, unemployment line. we all dream whether we remember or not. we eat, breathe, shit, grow. we shed and spit blood. sing or just mouth along. forty-six chromosomes and a combination of X and Y. you count sheep while i count your eyelashes. our fingerprints dont match but
i dont much fucking care
when
our hands are pressed together.
the secret language of crickets
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