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Apr 2014
And that night, we laid half-drunk
in our friend's mother's bed

I, in my trousers
You, in your shorts

We whispered softly
and I held you close

I gripped your hand
and you cradled my heart

I said "If this is the only thing
that will ever happen between us,
I'll still be happy"

We fell asleep and awoke
three hours later; the next morning

I took you out for pancakes and we sat in silence
and you acted as if nothing ever happened.
G M Oliver
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