of all the stories we had just finished telling one another.
And they punctuation of our stories were heightened by
the flames that lit our cigarettes, and the hold on the sleeve
of your collared shirt, allowed you to loop your thumb through.
And it reminded me of how much closer I wanted to be.
I wanted to curl up and stay in that hole, and feel the current
in your veins, it would warm me.
I didn't say any of that to you, I didn't want you to think I was a creep.
But it wasn't until you mentioned the depth of my pockets and how
you wouldn't mind just staying in there all day while I carried you with me.
..i realized we were both weird and lovable and odd together..
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