sometimes the picture comes to mind and the small questions scamper around
e.g.
will you still lean the same close way/did her triangle smash to smithereens on occasional bumps/was she vulnerable/was not she understanding/were you twiddling your thumbs pining for her calls/at nights?/in the afternoons?/did you choose trivial things of your own over herself/was not she too sarcastic?/was she soft/ melodious?/did she laugh when you say funny things/she did, did not she
i wished you had two, three or six of the past
it's just this triangle constantly breaks its edges wondering if i can ever measure up
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