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Valentine
for sfc
Ghosts of men cannot be understood but I fill up the room with thoughts of you. The otherness of the past, the present renewed in delicate anticipation of detoxified consequence. My soul’s rest, my back to work happy, my inclusive warm day of physical generosity. Drinks or dinner together in time, in transit. Then a glimpse of gorgeous illumination. A fantasy of detail escapes into the bedroom walls while our future continues to dream us up. |  |
