Your spend your day mostly in night.
The fabrics draped around your bones
With a buffer of untouched skin,
So the sun kept his filthy hands off.
All the while, I tried to piece together
The present and immediate past
With passages from your book
And animations that took the form of your body.
It's nice to see that you're still alive
Without further examination,
On behalf of the memories I protect.
And neglecting all the edge effects,
This soft contact is light at best.
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