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Without realizing it
My feet were taking me to his house
Away from my own broken one

My head felt empty
My chest heavy
When I knocked on his door

His mom, pale and tired looking
Opened the door and let me in
Without a second glance

I knew the way around his house
better than I knew the back of my hand

He was sitting on his bed
His eyes the size of the moon
when he saw me

A split second later my hand were around his waist
My lips against his

His hesitation was matched by
my desperation, a hunger for love

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