“not a permanent” by Julia in her bed

Wednesday June 28, 2017
5 minutes
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we ghost through each other’s bones more times when the we care to admit.
I told you it was only ever going to be this.
you said we had enough time.
I didn’t expect you that night or that week but I had already seen you coming.
because I dreamed you.
I asked for you.
I made sure to be grateful.
I made sure to count my pizzas
and every time you locked me in from the outside. And how you’d rush home at once to set me free.