kaite
I held you close enough to feel your breath on my ear lobe, so close that our hair started to mix together. It’s so close in color that it’s hard to tell the difference. And when you held me for the last time, my breath left me, and I have never quite gotten it back. I can’t tell if the hair left on my shoulder is mine or yours.
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