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Feb 2012
I could smell your breath
I could feel your arm next to mine
The air was cold
My face was hot
There was music playing

Just then I realized what I had been missing
For so long
You are so beautiful
You are so perfect
You spoke my name
Pulled me out of my fantasy
I just want to be with you
Forever
I could spend hours and hours
And we would never run out of things to say
Though I have burdened you with bad memories
I have also burdened you with good
We would remember

But no
Back to the real world
Sharp around the edges
Sometimes you have to cut yourself
On those sharp edges
To get to the soft center

Are you going up to
the mountain tonight?

Was that to me...?
Is he talking to me?
Would he ever just want to spend time with just me?
Again?
Ginger Gray
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Ginger Gray
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