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Mar 2014
Let's get high and listen to Alt-J.

Let's see if we can reach the breaking point and still love our Mom's.

Let's go to the moon and play solitaire together.

I always told you that if you disappeared, my atmosphere would fail.

Well last night you left and I got drunk and my insides became my outsides and I stopped worrying about how cold my basement was.

Let's take that trip you've been wanting to take.

Let's go far away from here or any place that looks like here.

Let's eat a bowl of Cheerios sitting on the hood of your car while we stare at stars.

Let's freestyle battle using unicorns as our subject.

Let's sit in the back seat of your car and fall asleep.

Let's wake up and us still be together.

Let's go draw birds and realize how much we **** at drawing.

Let's find an abandoned building and have a picnic.

Let's write a song sitting on a beach watching the sun rise.

Let's stop acting like something is wrong and start acting like we know what we know.

Let's realize that love does conquer all but only if you want it to.

Let's buy 50 tape players from a pawn shop and hang them in a forest so the trees are happy.

Let's stop hurting each other.

Let's stop hurting ourselves.

Let's watch a movie.

It doesn't matter what it is because we'll be looking into each others' eyes on the couch, occasionally trading secrets and smiling and kissing and you running your hands through my hair because you know I love that.

Let's be mysterious to everyone but each other.

I want you to tell me that you're not actually excited about going to a fancy restaurant, but the cigarette you're going to smoke after.

I want you to tell me you don't want to see me today because you would rather fall asleep.

It's OK.

I want that.

Let's find a tree to sit under where the sunset looks perfect every day.

Let's not get mad at each other or think something's wrong when we don't talk for days.

Let's know that we will be together no matter the petty moments.

Let's kiss until our heart beats are in sync.

Let's go to a wedding and see how many numbers we can get only to prank call them while having *** later that night.

Let's sit on a roof and complain about the pizza guy not getting here fast enough.

Let's learn how to break dance on a yoga mat that we painted to look like Twister.

Right hand red.
Left hand blue.

Then let's kiss until the atmosphere fails and we die.
Bradley Gillespie
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Bradley Gillespie  Pennsylvania
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