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Oct 2018
eleven thirty-three on a saturday night, and i think of you
you took your thumbs
and brushed them over
the bruises nestled above my cheekbones
my eyes, half-closed, but so bright
because the warmth of your palms on my face
kept me from losing my mind
i'm so tired
my fingers, my brain, my soul
i'm so tired but you still hold me
#tired
#exhaustion
#sleep
#love
#crush
#unrequited
#studying
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