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Going Steady by Sarah Marchant You sidle up behind me, reaching to fix my ponytail like the sound of the ice caps melting, and everything about you is tenderness. I'm talking burnt pasta and sinking into the couch. The yellow embers of cigarette ends and your hand at the small of my back. My toes curling over yours, I'm humming my heartbeats to the tune of that rickety fan whirring. As the snow seeps into the earth, your mouth is the apex of my enchantment and even in the dark we keep blooming.
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