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Nurture

Infectious smiles and rivers that
flow through the space between
our thoughts.
Complete strangers sharing
nothing but the
silence
surrounding them,
ruined by the occasional car
on the bypass.
Comfort in knowing absolutely
nothing.
Comfort that came from
unexpected attractions.
You’ve grasped my neck.
Make the choice between
kissing
it
and
slitting
it.

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