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Apr 2019
she brushes my hand
she gazes deeply into my eyes

i pull her closer
i wrap my arms around her

her head rests in the crook of my neck
her breath hitches as i brush circles on her hip

i lead her to the dance floor
i can't believe how beautiful she is pressed against me

she turns to me and says
she has to go
she is spending the night at Pete's

i feel my stomach drop
i don't understand where i went wrong
i go home alone.
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