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he speaks to me in verse his words drip like honey sweet like nectarine in the summertime sweet he teaches me spontaneity he tells me not to argue about the past and just live in the moment (because we have no future) forget the years the months the weeks the days, he says i live for the moments i remember the moment when we first met and how you made me feel exhales i hang on his every word like callused hands on monkey bars tightly but tenderly i miss him and he knows it there's this ache-in-my-bones kind of yearning for him and he knows that the only thing keeping us apart is practicality he and i both know that what we had was beautiful but not practical and unfortunately we can't be 21 forever
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
he speaks to me in verse
he speaks to me in verse his words drip like honey sweet like nectarine in the summertime sweet he teaches me spontaneity he tells me not to argue about the past and just live in the moment (because we have no future) forget the years the months the weeks the days, he says i live for the moments i remember the moment when we first met and how you made me feel exhales i hang on his every word like callused hands on monkey bars tightly but tenderly i miss him and he knows it there's this ache-in-my-bones kind of yearning for him and he knows that the only thing keeping us apart is practicality he and i both know that what we had was beautiful but not practical and unfortunately we can't be 21 forever
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
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