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it might have been something

and for a moment there our hands almost touched

 

but I didn't know what to say

it was late and we were both drunk

the sky had been dark for hours

and everyone inside the house was loud and

I could barely hear myself think

 

and I wanted to tell you

so much it hurt my chest

and the ice unfolded in my stomach

and killed all the butterflies

 

but I knew you'd never think of me

that way and so we just sat

on the railing outside some kid's house

 

and I swallowed all the love I felt for you

bitter and writhing and alive in my throat

 

and stayed silent as the sun came up

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