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I am brittle,
transparent and unreal
ready to shatter
like dead autumn leaves

Distant,
removed from everything and
trembling slightly
so cold
not even the thought of you can warm me.

Batboy

Look at the sky. Look at the sky. Look at the sky.
Remember rain, and the smell of boot polish, and the matrix, and the beanie and the tiniest brush of his fingers against yours.
Remember the fear. Remember the trust.