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An Attempt at an Apology for Not Texting You Afterwards

And if you want to know the real reason I danced with you that night
It was because I was reeling from the longing of being touched
So I pressed myself to you as tightly as my arms could muster
Loving how my body melted into yours only because it allowed me
To imagine that, while I was with you, I had finally ceased to exist



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