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Syrup

My favorite feeling is coming out of a restaurant cheeks are flushed, and eyes are lively everyone is high on a strange syrupy feeling how it makes you feel so sleepy, yet so awake clattering of plates, clinking of perspirating glasses the soft glow makes everything seem more beautiful. It’s there I see you, for the first time, I really see you. Small smile and all, amid the roar of conversation time doesn’t stop; it become preserved in memory it becomes a part of how I will always remember you Your breath lulls me in, calls to me sweet words pull out of your mouth like bubbles escaping languidly for a moment, all is dampened as if we’re under water sanguine, hearty, I am happily trapped in this space with you
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olivia-anderson
For You?
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olivia-anderson
Published
Jul 25, 2014
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May 2014

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#words#eyes#water#you#syrup#restaurant
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