I remember that time when you put your hand on my pulse and we felt so connected and fragile. it was the most intimate moment. and I remember that time when you were sleeping and you dreweled all over me, and I licked your spit off of your lips and tasted it. I want to kick myself in the heart for not protecting you. I want to comfort you, though I'm the one who is hurting you. this isn't about love, because I know something you dont. but it'll grow on us, eveything will find itself and I have so many stories I can tell you while we wait.
I put my hands up,
to praise
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when you touched my hip,
i knew you would end up
buying me a drink.
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