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Hard enough

Eyes locked, forehead onĀ forehead, softly still.

Interwoven breaths fill each other, inhaling exhalation

The taste of the smell of the sweat of another.

With an embrace this could be love, a tilt of the chin, a slow smile, a kiss.

But your fists are at your side, and so are his.

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Can't we just talk? ►

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