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I left.
And you let me go, because my hands had been sweaty wrapped around your neck and their shaking had kept you from feeling the caress in my touch.
And you let me go, because my hands had been sweaty wrapped around your neck and their shaking had kept you from feeling the caress in my touch.
A leftover dream of mine.
It's funny how sad my fantasies are.
It's funny how sad my fantasies are.
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