You were not mine but I still held on almost too tightly as if you were, as if denying the body a moment can really prove its own longing. Together it is almost too much to keep some sense of infinity blossoming between us. But the smallest details belong to no one. The way we would cling in our sleep because the quiet after is when we become the most tender, and you'd smell sweet
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