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Saturday, 3 June 2017

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i reached out and put my arms around him. 

it was then that i could feel the moths in him, with their wings so paper thin, trying to get close  to the light. they will always want to be nearer - to be inside of it. 

it was then that i could feel the lost thing in him. i wanted to put my hand on his chest, against his heart, and touch all the way inside his beating. i wanted to find him. 

but he turned to look at me, and he smiled - his bottom lip, crooked just a little to the left, curved. 

it was then that i knew i had fallen in love with him. 

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