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That Choke Me

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In the backseat of your mamas car

Head laying in my lap

I can’t think of anything else

But your soft breath on my body,

your


fingers

into


mine,

laced


together,

wondering if you can feel the butterflies

that are swooping up the walls of my throat.

But I don’t ask.

Just simply listen to your heartbeat against mine.





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