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rain dripping through the slats above landing, each time, somewhere new. my feet were bare. you always tell me I should wear shoes, sometimes you offer me yours, but I like the way the mud feels between my toes - by now I think you know. thick smoke lingering everywhere broken by raindrops, brought together by wind - dancing away to some far, distant land we gaze through the squares in front of our faces, watch while cars speed by in the unrelenting rain. pizza? pizza’s always good, you know, when I was in Italy... ....the sentence trails off you know. and we step fearlessly into the unrelenting rain make our way inside and like always you're sure my feet are warm your pizza is on the floor and my laughter is coming like the rain falling outside. the look you give me makes me laugh harder until there are tears running from the corner of my eyes and my cheeks are warm and happy. that’s when I know, as I finally calm and wipe the tears from my cheeks, that there is no place in the world I would rather be than here - giggling at pizza in the floor.
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
pizza?
rain dripping through the slats above landing, each time, somewhere new. my feet were bare. you always tell me I should wear shoes, sometimes you offer me yours, but I like the way the mud feels between my toes - by now I think you know. thick smoke lingering everywhere broken by raindrops, brought together by wind - dancing away to some far, distant land we gaze through the squares in front of our faces, watch while cars speed by in the unrelenting rain. pizza? pizza’s always good, you know, when I was in Italy... ....the sentence trails off you know. and we step fearlessly into the unrelenting rain make our way inside and like always you're sure my feet are warm your pizza is on the floor and my laughter is coming like the rain falling outside. the look you give me makes me laugh harder until there are tears running from the corner of my eyes and my cheeks are warm and happy. that’s when I know, as I finally calm and wipe the tears from my cheeks, that there is no place in the world I would rather be than here - giggling at pizza in the floor.
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
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