I can't forget the way you cupped my face in the dark and I did the same to know the sensation. Even in that dark, a barely noticeable tinge of moonlight reached through the curtains to vaguely illuminate your face. I could make out your silhouette and it looked almost like the shape of a teardrop, of a pilot flame. I think about how the grooves in our fingerprints are already reading
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