Can You Come A Little Closer

There is a dead spot in my heart — you press your lips against it. My love letters are not always beautiful. My touches are not always sure. But sometimes at night I watch you sleep and I want to wake you up just to tell you that I can hear your name clacking in my chest like typewriter keys being pressed, like every bone in my body doesn’t want me to forget.

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