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Goose Bumps

Long nights and hours from now, I’ll linger in bed thinking of this moment, this feeling. So new, so intense, like feathers of unknown birds reaching at me from the darkness. I am so drawn to it and spin it in my head a thousand times, my body giving in and my will giving up. I do not struggle; I’d only struggle to keep this moment. To hold on to more than the bittersweet marks on my skin and the goose bumps…