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you stir when the light from the hallway sweeps over your eyelids and he’s there, and you pull the cover back so he can take up the space behind you there’s a press of soft skin to the back of your neck and a mumbled goodnight and this is okay, because you do this, it works you ignore the smell of a strangers perfume and the whiskey mumbling his words
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
all the songs that you sing in the dark
you stir when the light from the hallway sweeps over your eyelids and he’s there, and you pull the cover back so he can take up the space behind you there’s a press of soft skin to the back of your neck and a mumbled goodnight and this is okay, because you do this, it works you ignore the smell of a strangers perfume and the whiskey mumbling his words
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
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