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each day you count on your fingers how many times you've caught him looking at you. it doesn't fill up all five. and conversations become like this too. just a steady rhythem of one...two...three... you're bad at math so you don't know the average of how many times your lips should be moving and he doesn't know when it's the right time to make your lips stop moving. yes, to shut you up.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
january hunger
each day you count on your fingers how many times you've caught him looking at you. it doesn't fill up all five. and conversations become like this too. just a steady rhythem of one...two...three... you're bad at math so you don't know the average of how many times your lips should be moving and he doesn't know when it's the right time to make your lips stop moving. yes, to shut you up.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
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