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Your blue eyes pierced mine once again The gust from the metro passing swiftly Blew my hair across my face But time stopped and we stood still. You held nothing, Your hands ****** in those denim pockets. We meet within this dark, cobblestoned tunnel I can’t stand the warm, brightness of today I want the stormy, broken bits of our blue April. Yes, I want your calm, soft hands in mine No, I don’t want your red roses or your yellow note lined letter. I want what keeps you warm. Come closer, I want that blue sweater your wearing. The one that smells of musty cologne and weaves together all those blue shades. The one I used to wear.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
Our Blue Sweater
Your blue eyes pierced mine once again The gust from the metro passing swiftly Blew my hair across my face But time stopped and we stood still. You held nothing, Your hands ****** in those denim pockets. We meet within this dark, cobblestoned tunnel I can’t stand the warm, brightness of today I want the stormy, broken bits of our blue April. Yes, I want your calm, soft hands in mine No, I don’t want your red roses or your yellow note lined letter. I want what keeps you warm. Come closer, I want that blue sweater your wearing. The one that smells of musty cologne and weaves together all those blue shades. The one I used to wear.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
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