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| ClairE |
Looking back, I want to call you. I remember my journey through the night, itching with the thought of your skin, my stomach turning at the thought of your refusal, your words turning me away at the door. At_this_point_in_my_life, now is always Later, and I'm only looking around in bewilderment because I can't look back. I want to catapult myself into the future. I want to pick up the phone in the middle of the night and call again. I want your voice to bring me home, the forbidden place, belly on the gravel, hidden behind the gates. |
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