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"you're warm, i like it." i say as i held you closer. you hummed and i closed my eyes at your touch, it feels so good i can do this all day. it feels overwhelming, the joy, that i can finally hold you in my arms again. it feels great, it feels real.
hands found hands and it became all fuzzy and warm again and oh, oh it's you that makes everything more better.
it's you. it's me. it's us. it's good.
we know it's real, right?
YOU ARE READING
distance
Poetry[12.09.19] in which she thought she'd have a lot of time, a lot of chances to say the three words towards her.
