xnotjustsomegirl
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I didn't mind if my fingertips were
rusted with coffee grounds, or if
my palm still hosted bread crumbs,
I reached out my hand across the table,
and you squeezed it but proved me wrong.
My mind was spiraling,
my heart, unstable.
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