this house, so void of understanding, of emotionality, so pale and quiet and undisturbed.
i am small, and the world is big, and i like that.
if i could have tasted him, if i could have felt him, if he hurt me-- then maybe--
but i am older now.
i am tired of my knowledge of the human body.
and couldn't take the way he burrowed into her with bliss scrawled all over his face.
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