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no, I'm not l o o k i n g not a single peep, eye or o u t s t r e t c h e d hand, but I do imagine the crook of your elbow and a dozen steel lanterns hung from your branches, strings of cream colored Christmas lights framing your shoulders swung around your feet and each step you take that brings you clo ser to me
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
light out in the field.
no, I'm not l o o k i n g not a single peep, eye or o u t s t r e t c h e d hand, but I do imagine the crook of your elbow and a dozen steel lanterns hung from your branches, strings of cream colored Christmas lights framing your shoulders swung around your feet and each step you take that brings you clo ser to me
(c)Brooke Otto 2014
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
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