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It was late and you needed a ride.
You were drunk.
And I was the first person you thought to call, you said.
You talked a lot
- contradicting your usual self.
And somewhere in between
you shared your old memories and dreams
(which I keep hidden away inside me even now).

But then you went silent
And your fingers traced my skin
And your eyes burned into mine
And I told you to stop
But you didn’t listen
and I didn’t want you to besides.

I felt like soft serve,
When you kissed me.

And when you pulled away
- You said you’d been meaning to do that for a while.

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