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When you said you'd sleep over I warned you about my insomnia. That I'd toss and turn and keep you up at night. You told me you were a good sleeper.

You lied, I think. But each time I rolled over, you reached out to me so we could sleep somehow entwined with each other: arms, legs, blankets and pillows.

I could feel love in your fingertips.

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