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My favorite things, lungs half filled with smoke, windows down, heat turned high, the flexing muscles in your legs as you tip-toe across the kitchen, feelings of anticipation for next time, the ticking of the clock late mornings, favorite things, touching, the hair all over my body, the hair all over your body, that story i tell over and over of when I jumped off the balcony, the memories of magazine ink and coffee, dotting i's and crossing t's, tracing the map of scars on my belly firsts, seconds, beginnings and ends the magic that surrounds us the mystery
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC
My Favorite Things.
My favorite things, lungs half filled with smoke, windows down, heat turned high, the flexing muscles in your legs as you tip-toe across the kitchen, feelings of anticipation for next time, the ticking of the clock late mornings, favorite things, touching, the hair all over my body, the hair all over your body, that story i tell over and over of when I jumped off the balcony, the memories of magazine ink and coffee, dotting i's and crossing t's, tracing the map of scars on my belly firsts, seconds, beginnings and ends the magic that surrounds us the mystery
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC
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