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Apr 2017
don’t think about anything

lay next to me with your hands in my hair and my hands in your pockets and you touch me slow and soft like you know what you’re doing

can you feel your heart swelling like mine as i lace my body between yours and i stare up at the cracks in the ceiling or down at the sidewalk or at the green in between the gold in your eyes

we went to a playground like we were children but we didn’t play

sometimes i want to stop breathing just to see if you’d notice

when you whisper into my ear i lose it it’s all hot air and *** and you say i love you low and sweet like a cello and i love you too but i can’t say it because my throat isn’t working

then it’s blue and bright outside and these sheets are so white and i wish you were here you smell so good and you feel so good and i want to run my hand along your jaw and your arms

i don’t know where you are right now baby but i wish it were next to me
i wrote this so long ago and i don't remember what it feels like to feel this way
h b r
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h b r
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     --- and kim
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