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A Routine Malaise

It sounds like you're whispering and singing ever so softly and you hold me tight in the bed we bought the only thing we've got is this moment and it's all we need and you brush the hair from my cheek and I turn to look into your green eyes and you smile, that smile saved for me and I wake up. And there's so much I want to tell you about my dreams and hopes and aches and I want to let you in on all my secrets on all my thoughts and feelings and it seems like I'm burning for you, but nothing you say can put me out. And I want that bed to be all we've got and I want to be all that you need but my words mean nothing to someone who can't hear them and you're still asleep so I just smile and tuck you in and I leave a light on and two aspirin for you and then I wake up.
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martha-jordan
American
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May 22, 2010
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