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Sep 2012
last night you let me dream you up,
and you looked me in my
black hole eyes.

with no shake in your voice,
and a sweet shake in your lips, you whispered
in the way you do:

"Let's spend all our money
on tattoos that look like
raindrops."

(we did)
Written by
Lexi Schwartz
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