This is my sentiment when I touch you.
We have been fooling for months now – sometimes, settling for a desperate and rough kiss in public or an intermingling lust between the two buildings. The trance is high and elusive – we even devour the last dusts.
But it has always felt wrong.
Tell me what makes it faulty.
Is it my profession in your school?
Or the distance of our age?
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