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Remember that time...? Wait, you're not around to reminisce with. At least I have my paper and pen to make it real. It was surprisingly cool out for Florida in the fall All the more reason to have you cuddle up under my arm. You slide over with weary shuffles, I simply open up to let you in I asked you what you'd like to do And you replied sheepishly, "I don't care" At that moment I knew you just wanted my presence. We arrived in a dimly lit park, At a dark hour when no children were  playing. All the more excuse to touch your lips to mine. I can't seem to remember a step by step description of how your lips met mine, Because the momentum building into it Carried enough electricity that I blacked out. I do remember asking if you'd like to go home. When you replied with conservative eyes "I don't care". I knew that meant you were ready for bed. Just not your own.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Reminisce from a far.
Remember that time...? Wait, you're not around to reminisce with. At least I have my paper and pen to make it real. It was surprisingly cool out for Florida in the fall All the more reason to have you cuddle up under my arm. You slide over with weary shuffles, I simply open up to let you in I asked you what you'd like to do And you replied sheepishly, "I don't care" At that moment I knew you just wanted my presence. We arrived in a dimly lit park, At a dark hour when no children were  playing. All the more excuse to touch your lips to mine. I can't seem to remember a step by step description of how your lips met mine, Because the momentum building into it Carried enough electricity that I blacked out. I do remember asking if you'd like to go home. When you replied with conservative eyes "I don't care". I knew that meant you were ready for bed. Just not your own.
Pedro-munoz
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
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