it is you that haunts all of my anecdotes,
i know how to create distinct versions from one story.
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it is you that haunts all of my anecdotes,
i know how to create distinct versions from one story.
Water evaporates, twirling and enveloping me as I look out over the snow-covered lakeshore: my skin prickly, breath foggy and limbs immobile in absolute relaxation--the post-sauna nirvana. Summer twilight--blue and purple hued--the city is asleep as I bike on cobblestones. I'm a little drunk on wine but mostly the light. Feel familiar? These are my memories of Finland. Sensations of home etched into my skin. Yet they are collective.
But what really made me fall for you was how you made me feel about myself. It seemed like everything I did mattered to you. Every slightly egotistic quality in me found satisfaction in you. You made my life shine and sparkle, by highlighting my good days and turning the bad ones into cute mishaps. It pet me just the way I liked, and I was a happy little kitty, purring on your lap.