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Heat waves and the summer is tangible. Lazy days Lazy guitar Lazy daisy. You are a daisy, not mine, not anyone's. You belong to sappy heat, you belong to the Yuba River. And perhaps we intersect for a reason. Perhaps our paths cross on a cosmic scale. And perhaps not. Laying in the sun, not a worry in the area, still, you never met a cooler *** And the heat is tangible, naturally so are your fingers. You hands were sticky with sweat and I really didn't mind, I mean it. I would never lie, not to you, not to my mother, not to god. Well, mayhaps I would lie to god. After all, the heat is tangible.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
i saw you at a party last night // i said hello // you reached out and grabbed my hand // both of our hands were wet with sweat
Heat waves and the summer is tangible. Lazy days Lazy guitar Lazy daisy. You are a daisy, not mine, not anyone's. You belong to sappy heat, you belong to the Yuba River. And perhaps we intersect for a reason. Perhaps our paths cross on a cosmic scale. And perhaps not. Laying in the sun, not a worry in the area, still, you never met a cooler *** And the heat is tangible, naturally so are your fingers. You hands were sticky with sweat and I really didn't mind, I mean it. I would never lie, not to you, not to my mother, not to god. Well, mayhaps I would lie to god. After all, the heat is tangible.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
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