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You are Autism. Infinite. Self,
warmth in the sweetness of the dark,
home. Life is for the small things, and you are the smallest
and the largest of them all. You. I want to kiss you,
represent you, cloak you in beauty. Let me. Let me love you,
let me love myself. Let me fill the dishwasher
to make your world make sense again, let me touch-comfort
with a single fingertip, let me show desire with a stack
of beads. Let me show you
how Autism loves.
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