concept: our life is domesticated.
we live in a decent-sized apartment with a large window overlooking the city and a balcony. i drape lights over every corner and there is dirt scattered over the table where i have been potting plants. our hairless cat curls up on your lap where you move your fingers gently over piano keys, becoming a bird in flight. your dimples are more pronounced and i kiss them. i hang all of your drawings up on the wall where our guests can see them, and you live for my poems. we are two halves of a whole.
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