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I stitched a quilt from the parachute I wore when I fell for you It exploded from my backpack like my heart I remember our first conversation and your nervous giggling I couldn't quite meet your eyes but you smiled anyway You became my best friend I talked to you everyday We flew kites, fed ducks, and ate ice cream - your favorite, cookie dough I taught you chords on my guitar and memorized your hands The crescent scar on your left wrist matched the star-freckles down your arm And when I tried to catch your lips you turned your cheek to me Then, before I knew it, you began to float away Now I'm curled up in my blanket eating cookie dough ice cream looking at the crescent moon and wondering how you're doing without me
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
My Best Friend
I stitched a quilt from the parachute I wore when I fell for you It exploded from my backpack like my heart I remember our first conversation and your nervous giggling I couldn't quite meet your eyes but you smiled anyway You became my best friend I talked to you everyday We flew kites, fed ducks, and ate ice cream - your favorite, cookie dough I taught you chords on my guitar and memorized your hands The crescent scar on your left wrist matched the star-freckles down your arm And when I tried to catch your lips you turned your cheek to me Then, before I knew it, you began to float away Now I'm curled up in my blanket eating cookie dough ice cream looking at the crescent moon and wondering how you're doing without me
mary-torrez
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mary-torrez
American
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
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