forgettinghowtobreathe

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Looking out into the corner, On this warm day, I caught a glimpse of a sparkle. A sparkle in this stranger’s eye. Then a dominant dimple Upon his right cheek. He acquired my glance and made a smirk.
I think a lot, when I'm in the shower. As I let the bullets of water hit my skin, run down my spine, and fall into the drain, I think. Sometimes of nothing, sometimes of you.
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