During quick showers, rushed meals and short bus rides, when there are temporary slivers of solitude where you come and scratch my mind; like epiphanies, like temporary limbos where the stories of commerce and economies don't belong, where in the suddenness of those briefest of transitions, I have you.
Only that there is only so little time before I notice that I have finished washing my hair, that it's time to brush my teeth and that I am nearing the bus stop; and I have to be on my workstation and be someone else again.
So make me think, make me think of other things, of other things besides being with you again when having thoughts about you is NSFW.
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