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slighted fingertips withdrawing from a near-fatal embrace how does it feel? to brush precariously at the edge of something infinitely beautiful; to find the void greeting you instead. curled at waist height or tied to the belt loops of jeans or smushed into pockets, balled up waiting for  another chance to extend again. there in the throes of night unclenching, reclenching fists lay, wondering will the next time will be different and how will it feel?
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
we are only here in a moment of contact.
slighted fingertips withdrawing from a near-fatal embrace how does it feel? to brush precariously at the edge of something infinitely beautiful; to find the void greeting you instead. curled at waist height or tied to the belt loops of jeans or smushed into pockets, balled up waiting for  another chance to extend again. there in the throes of night unclenching, reclenching fists lay, wondering will the next time will be different and how will it feel?
OskarA
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
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