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Apr 2013
i can always tell when you're nervous.
by the way you drum your fingers
against the
nearest available surface
(usually my skin)
the way your shoulders tense up and
fold inwards,
turning to stone
and the way
you gnaw on your lower lip
and just a flash
of your canines show.

or maybe it was my lips you were biting
i can
never tell.
npwm 7
noruwei
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noruwei  toronto, canada
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