Every time, I wonder about these feelings I have for you, they slip away like quiet mice back into some tiny dark hole. I can hear them scurry in the attic of my mind, their tiny feet pitter pattering away. I could tempt them with a little cheese, a little something sweet, but I know I slip away from you too. I know that I am in a tide that draws me back into the sea and your tiny toes curling in the surf are my squares of cheese.
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