When you can sit down
hold hands
naked
and admit
that the people
you have surrounded yourself with
have been nothing
but placeholders.
That you would turn your back
on them all
on everything
or the one
and they look away
and their fingers
slip from your grasp.
You'll find me
only
in that moment.
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