a kind of infliction

You let your fingers fill

the empty spaces between

mine, the same kind of

touch I usually run away

from, and yet I still

keep recalling the way you

look between the sunshine, the

way you laugh at all the right

times, the way I should be

running but I’m still by

your side.

 

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