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Our friends called you a ghost, But you were always a dove to me, Hanging back, voice low, A quiet presence Or unnoticed absence. But then you were that but at my side, Consistently, and often, A warm weight at my elbow Pressed tight on too-small couches Looking at my folded hands At intervals throughout the movie, And my breathing was artifice, Exaggerated, So every intake touched my arm to yours. And I was surprised to hear you laugh When you rarely had before And I could pretend it was me at your side That made it so; I was still young enough to be Distracted by the thought of kissing, And you were so, So distracting.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
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Our friends called you a ghost, But you were always a dove to me, Hanging back, voice low, A quiet presence Or unnoticed absence. But then you were that but at my side, Consistently, and often, A warm weight at my elbow Pressed tight on too-small couches Looking at my folded hands At intervals throughout the movie, And my breathing was artifice, Exaggerated, So every intake touched my arm to yours. And I was surprised to hear you laugh When you rarely had before And I could pretend it was me at your side That made it so; I was still young enough to be Distracted by the thought of kissing, And you were so, So distracting.
3/28/14
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natalia-quilles
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
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