I’m Drunk But Smart Enough to Stay Quiet

Can we pretend for a minute this means something? I’m just wanting a finite second not devoid of our hands touching and slipping palms against one another like they did that night, then I’ll go back to dropping the surge in my heart for a simple rushing to control the pit in my stomach that’s forming an evolutionary warning to pretend it’s okay that what we had has developed into nothing recognizable by those but the most keen human eye observing two people with a connection worth recording for just a second before you leave in the morning.

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