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This isn’t a start
there is no start
when you pushed back my hair
my veins were alive but weak at the same time
I still hear your laugh;
dirty as a tickled child.
The house walls were cold
we slept together even though we were apart
It was like brother and sister
you lay on my arm
my other arm was between your thighs
You were asleep
you groaned
I moved my hand further up your thighs
you groaned more
I envied your dreams.
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