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Dec 2014
I cried
when Eleanor and Park
held hands for the first time.
Maybe it’s that memory
of a first relationship thing.
Or maybe it’s just so sweet
that it makes you a little sick
in the best way possible.
But it’s probably because
I thought about you
the entire time I read it
and about how I still can feel
every fingerprint you’ve grazed
across my skin from September to now.
CV
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