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deep sigh escapes large white face ticking slow less than three and freedom – she awaits with bells on diamonds in her shoes anticipating breath bated ultimate goal togetherness— I pace recheck time tap pencils on faux wooden desks thumbs twiddle minute hand dawdles might piddle considering swaddling – her face forms my mind’s eye retracing soft curves delicate features astrologically charted freckle pattern sharp blue eyes pierce my heart leaps – formulating excuses call it an early day dash homeward sweet embrace –
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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deep sigh escapes large white face ticking slow less than three and freedom – she awaits with bells on diamonds in her shoes anticipating breath bated ultimate goal togetherness— I pace recheck time tap pencils on faux wooden desks thumbs twiddle minute hand dawdles might piddle considering swaddling – her face forms my mind’s eye retracing soft curves delicate features astrologically charted freckle pattern sharp blue eyes pierce my heart leaps – formulating excuses call it an early day dash homeward sweet embrace –
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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