the intensity of the space in between our hands apart from each other , the void in between is the gravity pulling us in, closer... and closer... till skin to skin we touched. your finger is weirdly long and warm.
I remember it all.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
