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My desk, it was facing the other way
It witnessed the two of us: entwined but one whole foot apart; leaning on each other's shoulders; too afraid to get closer
It saw us, shyly, touch each other's fingers yet it couldn't stop it and no electricity flowed between us
It saw us look at each other and look away: a fear of something greater
It saw you type the name of your favorite bands and show me your favorite bands, some of which would become mine and I did the same for you except you stopped listening to all of my music
It saw me sitting, on the phone with you, solving your math problems on its surface, telling you the answers hoping you'd understand
My desk, saw us stay up until 3 in the morning talking about the future we swore would come to us
My desk doesn't face that way anymore
It saw me yelling at you and crying on the phone about you months after my desk seized to see you.
My desk, saw me listen to your favorite bands and saw me stare off into the distance remembering the moment you showed them to me
My desk, is watching me write this and is hearing the background noise of one of your favorite bands
My desk has witnessed ******.
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