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[wearfancybriefs]

Please just
don't make me into something that is a no-thing nothing
and that when I think about it
it's shivers.
It's my hands quivering to hold tighter onto yours until
I can see each sliver of red half-moon stuck out from my
fingernails into your palm
and the same eclipse of skin onto mine.

"Ow."

And there is a trigger.
You pull your index finger, you are mocking me,
you are wrinkling your forehead in distain in,

"You weren't all that much, I
wouldn't want to let her know, him know, anyone.
Understand, yea? I know you do, you're so understanding you
know why and how things work with
people."

I know.
I know, I know.

It just makes me sad.