Notes
And in my dreams you’re / the only one my head remembers accurately and / accurately too / in dreams I’m still nervous to speak to you
That is what I want of you / an ever-evolving portrait of you / perfectly accurate down to the smallest detail / I want to know / you
And I want you to know me too / to pick through my bones and not hate me when you’re done / instead perhaps plant flowers in my remains
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