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I love the quick ***** of china cutlery when I close the plastic dishwasher And the comforting sizzle of the butter, which sun bursts in the pan, as you are frying our dinner. I love the way you say 'Nah' and the way my heart's pace  Increases at your sight. I love the way the steamy light makes shapes and shadows on your face as we lie together on grass. I love the slam of the front door after a rain day and the lock of our eyes in the hall way. I love mundane high croak  of the curtains when I peal them back as if I am  opening my eyes  for the first time.  Opening to see you; China cutlery,  butter, my steamy light,  and rain.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
I love
I love the quick ***** of china cutlery when I close the plastic dishwasher And the comforting sizzle of the butter, which sun bursts in the pan, as you are frying our dinner. I love the way you say 'Nah' and the way my heart's pace  Increases at your sight. I love the way the steamy light makes shapes and shadows on your face as we lie together on grass. I love the slam of the front door after a rain day and the lock of our eyes in the hall way. I love mundane high croak  of the curtains when I peal them back as if I am  opening my eyes  for the first time.  Opening to see you; China cutlery,  butter, my steamy light,  and rain.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
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