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866 · May 2018
touch.
Jer May 2018
i know it may not mean much to you,
but when you touch me, i can’t breathe.

your finger graced my arm, accidentally,
but i swear, you meant it.
right?

you grabbed my hand and ran with me.
but you also held it, gently, and walked with me for miles.

when it rained, you gave me your hoodie.
i still have it.
it smells like you.

i would do anything,
for just one night.

to show you.
to be in your arms.

to breathe your breath,
to touch your skin.

when you touch me, i know i love you.

— The End —