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i have nostalgia for the slightest encounters. my brain mimics what it felt like when her chocolate eyes melted in my hands once the sun hit when his finger dug for cream despite the glue between my legs when my insides were so lifeless but still held me against my mattress when my tears turned so thick that they became invisible. invincible. i drowned in them because they threw me in without teaching me how to swim.
