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Apr 2013
You smell of apricots,
and you taste
of sweet butterscotch
drops,
feeling
sticky everywhere in between—
full of songs
that make me crank
up the volume
just to feel it a bit
louder
and more—
and your eyes always draw hands
that never fail to pull me
in further
through you.
pub. tumblr on: March 27, 2013
opaquefury
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opaquefury  California
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