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Nov 2013
How is it possible to feel everything so much, and feel it all at once?

Those hands through my hair become his hands through my hair and then this.

This.

If I wasn't half asleep, I'd say there's something that I missed.

But remembering how it feels sinks deep down within me; I bury things so I can breathe.

Doesn't everybody?
kels
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   Adam Moursy and Yates
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