[ but]
-- held my [ hand] at night, recounted times -- longed in low light & how (...well then) grateful -- felt for access to a body. to hold to stop from shaking and breaking down from lack. loved it just like a child of [ +kink]. -- let me cry alone every time because -- doesn't believe in obsessive love and couldn't betray with attention. And, when it was all said and done that night before(times) I cried again like a little child and with [ +kink], we were alone in the next-to, held our own hand inside, without word or touch. -- pulled away beforetimes. it's always the same. we forget the rules. we ask for too much. beforetimes -- said we couldn't be in a life anymore
[ but]
beforetimes are now again. I can tell from the moved and the unmasked.
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