i sketch you in the steam of my bathroom mirror.
its not that detailed for someone as exquisite as you,
but it makes me happy,
like you're here with me.
but then the sketch starts to fade and melt away.
and i am reminded that we may never see each other.
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steam
i sketch you in the steam of my bathroom mirror.
its not that detailed for someone as exquisite as you,
but it makes me happy,
like you're here with me.
but then the sketch starts to fade and melt away.
and i am reminded that we may never see each other.