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We were sitting in the dorm hallway.
It was 3 in the morning and i was desperately tired, i kept starting to cry.
I had my legs folded up close to me and i hugged my knees.
After a long silence your hand came towards my face.
Slowly and in fragments, in snapshots you touched my forehead.
You found a lone strand of hair that slipped out of my hair clips. You pinched it, jerked your hand away, and there was tiny sharp pain on my hairline.
And then you smiled that goofy inscrutable naughty smile.
Moments like that burn.
Maybe i'd rather imagine that there is no way that i fascinate you the way you fascinate me.
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when i think of you something in me tightens involuntarily
and my palms hurt like they ache for your touch
maybe you'd better cool it with the hand massages.
you're making me obsess.
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