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the small things

why does it ever  
have to be more complicated  
than that night  
we held hands  
in a darkened theater,  
watching a shitty movie,  
legs up on the seat in front of us,  
you curled up against me,  
head on my shoulder  
while I felt so calm,  
not needing anything else,  
my hand on your thigh,  
your breath on my neck,  
and the whole world  
tucked away  
in a whole different existence?  
I wished time had stopped  
in that moment  
forever.  
why does it ever  
have to be more complicated?
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