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thoughts


i feel like i could draw you just from my memory
your face is so well defined inside my head; it's stuck there
your eyes, your beautiful nose, your small lips, the way your hair falls on your forehead
i can touch you with my mind
can you feel it?
can you feel me?
and if so, do you like it? do you want me to stop?
do you think of me as often as i think of you?
…
was it something i did?
or
was there something  i could’ve done?
there's something you're not telling me
do you even know what it is?
then
how could i?

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