Every bone will change, turn chalky and angular and hold your skin up like tissue over tent poles. Your clothes will drape over the shuffle your wasting body. You will be delicate, but not the fragile impermanence of now, where your leg lapses naked over mine. Your voice bedroom-low; it does not whistle. (one day it will). Your hand skates over my tummy, finds the hole teases with
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