Inescapable

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I am consumed with his smile, the way his hair falls into his eyes. I am fascinated by the way he works with his hands and everything he touches. I envy the clothes hugging his chest and the ground he walks on. I am lost in each of his different looks, the music of every laugh harmonising from his body.
The one thing I am certain of:
He inescapably consumes me.

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