You run your hands through my hair
Fingers get locked on tangles
Yet you push through
We both stare blankly for a moment
The moment lulls
And we enjoy each others presence
Before I become dashing and chatty
Before we both become. . .embroiled
The moment lulls
And like smoke, my anxieties
Vanish
Nothing so strange
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About Me
- Conor W.
- Texas
- A young man living in North Texas. He is an actor, a Hellenistos, and a proud member of Hellenion.
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