but I don't think about you any less.
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As you tighten and loosen, just to tighten again your grip on the spaces between my fingers, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. There was something else too. Something i haven't felt in a long time. The same thing that produces butterflies, weak knees and give everything a soft glow, like its under the rays of the morning sun. Something warm and soothing, like hot chocolate in a snow storm. Dopamine. Our shadows were definitely on dope.
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