hey

I like the thin blond hair on the back of your neck in the light and the way you touch your lips when you're nervous (yes I know you don't know you do that) these 16 years (square root of 256 with a root of 4 8x2) spinning anxiously excitedly baby jeep happiest thing independence is sweeeeeet raindrops are euphoric thank you spring please bring a storm to shake my bones my opiate control growing ravenously frick this shoot I can control my mouth too

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