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Feb 2013
I like the way the smoke drips out of your mouth
Like it doesn't want to leave
(I wouldn't want to leave either)

I like the way your clothes wrap around your body
Like they want to be as close as possible
(I would cling too)

I like the way your eyelids flutter
Like they want to protect your eyes from the world
(I want to protect you too)
Marisa Kinnell
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Marisa Kinnell
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