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[exist_ism]

I can feel the brisk pinch of memories disolving into the present. The meaning of all you hold dear slips out from the carefully carved lines in your hand. But I see what others mask from themselves, and when I do her chest swells with the warmth of my reach. But she masks from herself what I see, and when she does my chest swells with the absence

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[anonymous]

then your chest wouldn't swell at all.