I'm heavy no matter where I am. Sitting, Standing, Sleeping. I'm weighed down by the world. No. I'm weighed down by you. No. I'm weighed down by myself and what I carry with me.
She runs her hand up and down my spine. The room is silent But she makes music. She plays my body, strumming my vertebrae like a harp. She sends shivers down my back, and leaves me with ringing in my ears.
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