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she touches his hand and he passes off as friendly affection
"That doesn't mean anything." he thinks.
The way he talks and the way she listens makes him think unlikely thoughts. of the impossible. after a while he stops talking and she is just staring at him.
not staring.
gazing.
"This is meaningless," he thinks.
The way their voices quiet into a near whisper.
The way her hand is just clutching his now.
The way she's touching his face.
this is meaningless this is meaningless this is meaningless
he thinks.
it doesn't matter that she's touching me.
it doesn't matter that she is so close.
it doesn't matter that it's all happening.
it doesn't matter that i like it.
she swallows his face and paws his back like she's trying to achieve a world record
this is meaningless this is meaningless this is meangingless
without meaning
without attachments
its ok, he thinks, i know it doesn't mean anything.
she fluidly flings one freckled femur from to to fro.
she languidly laps like lunacy
crucially kissing kindly the klondike stare of her arrival
this is meaningless this is meaningless this is meaningless
their sweat intermingles
MEANINGLESS!!!
WITHOUT MEANING!!
she properly plunges him into her, punches protrudes and prances atop him.
thisismeaningless thisismeaningless thisismeangingless
like butter.
like sound.
like light.
meaningless.
don't think about it.
this is meaningless.
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