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Sep 2016
I guess you could say
it's kind of the way
that your beard is uneven
and your body is pleasin'

I guess you could say
it's the games that we play
when we're both lacking sleep and
we laugh 'til we're screamin'

I guess you could say
it's kind of the way
you drum 'til I'm keepin'
the rhythm you're beatin'

I guess you could say
it's the way that you lay
as I watch when you're sleepin'
and snorin' and dreamin'

I guess you could say
it's every single day
we can't help but cravin'
this love that we're made in
For my love.
Abigail Sedgwick
Written by
Abigail Sedgwick  29/F/West Virginia
(29/F/West Virginia)   
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