does a camera exist
which could catch you as you are
breaking intense focus
to bathe me with a smile
that clicky-tic noise you make
hands deep in a developing bag
black t shirt and simon joyner
playing in the rainy breeze
and grey light soft as your sheets
one bare dirty foot stretched
toward me, sitting on the bed
reading this shitty novel
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