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we walked aimlessly in a room filled up by people, filling up holes in between us.

we looked at each other and smiled, some you know at certain instant you were gonna hug them, others just passerby, either you’re too distracted or they’re insecure

we were at this moment of consensus and non-verbal agreement

decisions are made sans mot

we hugged and listened to each others’ heartbeat

in a rare occasion under the roof that used to be a sweatshop

what does it mean to you, my body

if i were to listen to your heartbeat will i cry

will i still cry

am i listening to the wrong side of your chest

is that a gesture for the sake of a gesture

am i really listening, are you?

i know she was

what did she hear

on top of layers of sweaters

does it make a difference