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We took quiet steps down a lonely street I had never stepped foot in before. The air felt tense since it was more than clear that you didn't feel like talking, not anymore. You stopped suddenly and backed me against a wall. We made out slowly whilst I felt an old lady watching us from her front steps, maybe I was just imagining her since it was time for me to go, I had to meet up with my friends. Two steps forward and you stopped again looking at me with a shy smile and intertwined our hands. My palms were sweaty and my rings poked at your skin but you insisted that you didn't care. It was also the last time we held hands. - hand holding.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
hand holding.
We took quiet steps down a lonely street I had never stepped foot in before. The air felt tense since it was more than clear that you didn't feel like talking, not anymore. You stopped suddenly and backed me against a wall. We made out slowly whilst I felt an old lady watching us from her front steps, maybe I was just imagining her since it was time for me to go, I had to meet up with my friends. Two steps forward and you stopped again looking at me with a shy smile and intertwined our hands. My palms were sweaty and my rings poked at your skin but you insisted that you didn't care. It was also the last time we held hands. - hand holding.
Inspired by a prompt from Madisen Kuhn's Instagram stories. "Write a poem about the first time you held someone's hand".
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
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