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Where the Skin Meets

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You have no idea

how hard it is

To just sit back and

Pretend I'm not awake

and that I don't want to trace your back

with my fingertips

And hold onto you

when my heart is racing

a thousand miles a minute

 

To see you in your most vulnerable state

You move around

our faces are inches from each other

I feel the heat radiating 

off of where our skin meets

 

I'm still

Awake

 

Maybe we can blame this all on the night

High off of each other's energy

and drunk on each other's words

A cliché.




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