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May 2014
maybe it wasn't in the way she
bit my lip and
silently
exhaled against my neck
it was so much more
and
wordlessly
we sank deeper
in our sweet daze, dismissing
how bad things could get
because it didn't matter, hell no
as long as our skin was touching

because maybe, just maybe,
this... thing
it was right.
funny how it is fundamentally over.
funny how i never actually touched her.
funny.
hilarious. obviously.
moriarty
Written by
moriarty  Buenos Aires, Argentina.
(Buenos Aires, Argentina.)   
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