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tk Feb 2013
the way you rub the sleep from your eyes in the morning
may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
before the day wears down your body
and creates a shadowy outline below your eyelashes
In that split second I can lose myself in you

I fall in love with the transparency of the moment
Such a simple action, yet so honest
and then you open your eyes
tk Feb 2013
I can't remember the way you were before marlboro 27's
before  hypnotic sour smoke
before boys who didn't asked
but Iv'e sat for hours trying to forget
to forget the way frozen concrete burns
to forget your window seat
and the things I never said while lying next to you in bed

Come home so I can stop pretending I remember the tone of your voice
come home so I can remember who we were

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