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Sep 2012
you just sit in
the bottom of my heart
like you belong there
leaning against the
hollow cave
one leg thrown over the other
hands locked behind your head
relaxed
whistling an airy tune
just like it was
your living room
and i was your house
i carry you around like this
all day
every day
and you
smugly
refuse to leave
Izshe
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Izshe
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