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left the lid off and it molded over night, let it sit out a little too long, the taste is a little off-- I hope you got my message. my aimless fingers, are spinning webs of websof whatif's whatnow's you probably won't answer. I have no direction, only intentions and a bowl full of hope, Ihave an extra   spoon. a little past noon, now. and I find I have trouble taking you in all at once, there is a pink-like hue   to all of your newness, like I'm looking through rose-colored glasses like there is always a 'Theme For A Pretty Girl Who Makes You Believe God Exists' playing in the background when you cross the street or stand, waiting for a friend. I'm not sure whether it is you I miss, or the coffee-stained pages of music (at least I thought it was music)     we made when we were together. I often over-romanticize, but I just thought I'd ask, just thought I'd see if the breeze I felt was from an open door or from the inevitable cracks around the door frame. I just thought-- I don't know. oh god.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
a passing moment, a very tiny story
left the lid off and it molded over night, let it sit out a little too long, the taste is a little off-- I hope you got my message. my aimless fingers, are spinning webs of websof whatif's whatnow's you probably won't answer. I have no direction, only intentions and a bowl full of hope, Ihave an extra   spoon. a little past noon, now. and I find I have trouble taking you in all at once, there is a pink-like hue   to all of your newness, like I'm looking through rose-colored glasses like there is always a 'Theme For A Pretty Girl Who Makes You Believe God Exists' playing in the background when you cross the street or stand, waiting for a friend. I'm not sure whether it is you I miss, or the coffee-stained pages of music (at least I thought it was music)     we made when we were together. I often over-romanticize, but I just thought I'd ask, just thought I'd see if the breeze I felt was from an open door or from the inevitable cracks around the door frame. I just thought-- I don't know. oh god.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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