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| laurah |
since yesterday i keep glancing at my left elbow your two fingers tracing circles in my skin... the familiar darkened room window beads, headlights flung across the wall our hands moving slowly in that awkward mothlike should-i-hold-you dance until they settled cupped together like two seashells. Mind, all of this was hidden by your profile by your bent denimed knee and your long inkstain hair from the three babbling classmates to our right. |
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