you visited me again last night. it's nice to spend time, though I wish you'd give me warning. we were hiding from the group of whoever we were with in the corridor. never somewhere still - you always catch me in the liminal. but you wanted me like we had wanted each other on the way home at the start. we swayed into a slow dance and you kissed me. it felt like the first time, as though this was always where we were going, as though you always knew. and we are home for each other for a moment. you hold on as though I'm something you can't lose. all I need is to be held until we hear them crash the bus.
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