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a vice-like grip i had on your fingers, How fine and soft your hair was, i kept thinking to run my fingers through the strands while you unspun me, like tangled yarn coaxing...clinical. Transactions. But i had to save face so instead i focused on your fingers entwined in mine, palm to palm skin to skin skin to soul Seeing me, and i wonder what thoughts you had what emotions what intentions what love? what wanting what needing what were we and in a way i'm glad i left the stands, silken and loose and so fine i would have clung on for dear life and would never wish to let go.
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
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a vice-like grip i had on your fingers, How fine and soft your hair was, i kept thinking to run my fingers through the strands while you unspun me, like tangled yarn coaxing...clinical. Transactions. But i had to save face so instead i focused on your fingers entwined in mine, palm to palm skin to skin skin to soul Seeing me, and i wonder what thoughts you had what emotions what intentions what love? what wanting what needing what were we and in a way i'm glad i left the stands, silken and loose and so fine i would have clung on for dear life and would never wish to let go.
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
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