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Feb 2017
Focus on her breathing,
the way he tenses,
afraid to lower walls for anyone.
My thoughts race, but I keep repeating;

I am here now
I am determined to cherish this, to preserve this moment.

I stroke her hair ever so gently,
a hand on his arm as a firm promise.
Now it's just us, and the music.
We breathe together in quiet understanding.

Even if just for a moment,
we are here now.
Slept with my friends on the sofa, just cuddling, for four hours. It was 6am when we decided to finally go to bed. My thoughts tend to wander elsewhere in everything I do but I'm trying a new meditation tactic to pull me back to the present.

This really is a moment I'll cherish.
Bleurose
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Bleurose  27/Agender
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   Mysidian Bard
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