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f i n a l d e s c e n t
every word i write is related to the longing i have for you i get so close and fall so much further away i fear my final descent i am stuck in my own confusion my inability to contort my mind into logic and rationality i am stuck in the touch of your hand the softness of your skin i clench my teeth with my back to you pretending ropes are strapping me in place as i lie in your bed overcome with waves of your warmth every time you shift positions i force my body to remain immobile i roll with my ideas until i fall out of consiousness into the slope beneath your body your movement wakes me to find my arms tightly around your frame inhale exhale you and i in rhythm the pressure of our bodies touching leads my hands across your skin i know i should let go i know i should return to the side that isn't yours yet i remain my face buried in your neck
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