LXIII. that much

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I know you don't think of me
I know that bit very much
but atleast it's not like that
when we accidentally touch
I just wanted to know
if only I'm left shaking
watch our memories crawl back
and hear my broken heart breaking
feel every emotion I felt
with you and everything I dealt,
in the slipping of that
moment
the second both our fates
bend
the moment where we accidentally touch
I just wanted to know,
if it's only I who's always left
feeling all that much

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A/N: I tried really hard to keep the poem flawless but it doesn't matter Ig

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