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Apr 2014
It didn't mean anything.
Not when he cupped my cheek,
Stroking his thumb over
The sharp curves of my jaw;
Not when he tucked my head
Into the slant of his shoulder,
And held meβ€”for one, two, three
Seconds too long.
It didn't mean anything when he
Pulled me close,
And I went with him,
Like an echo,
Shadowing the reverberations of sound.

It meant nothing.
Nothing at all.
Not that I expected it to from the start.
Written by
phi  18/Non-binary
   Rapunzoll and ---
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