It isn't about them being gone.
Or about all the death that happened between us.
It is about them waking up one day and realizing that they did better.
Tight Junctions
It is his skin, not the mortal, physical, graspable wrapping for his vessel. But the tethered spaces in between his cells. Filled with life, tears, soul and pain. The confinement you wanna pull apart, with your bare hands, out of love or in search for love.
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