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Apr 2016
You need fabric softener that shirt has been washed too many times with hot water.
You also need to eat because last time I hugged you there was more of you.
There is always a light scent of work on you, somehow after sleep and a shower and numerous cigarettes.
We both close our eyes and rest for a moment in the embrace.
You shaved about an hour ago.
Your cheek rest against my forehead, we are too close.
I hear and feel the light sigh as you breathe my scent and the adoration in.
The body heat we create in a second could ignite paper.
You’re tired I feel it when you lean into me, your soul is at war with your body.
You want nothing more than to rest but you tense up and remember your grind.
The lines around your eyes lengthen
Your hand on the middle of my back tightens hardly notable, but mine does also.
Our breathing stops.
And we step away.
I smell you on me for the rest of the day and glow.
its the sun and moon in its rare eclipse..love that cant be
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