I would recognize you by your laugh, your smell, the way you breathe, and even if I’d lost all sense of sight I’d know you by the rhythm your footsteps make to accompany the music your existence creates in my head. I know you and I have loved you not by the absence of your flaws but by the presence of your darkness. How you dig your nails into your palms to break your skin when you’re worried or stressed, how you can only feel joy in the forced moments of blissful pain. I know you like paint knows a canvas, like the waves know the shore. I know you like my wounds know heat and the sun knows
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