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If the air was snow and the trees black with age then your shoes were cherries wound up with strips of sky If I notice your shoes and say nothing but mask the quiet tiny feeling that I like them (but not as much as you) then is it remotely possible that you, too, are masking something lovely and small (could it be for me? or no) If I said penny for your thoughts (but would be willing to pay much more) then would you smile and tell them to me with ease (or keep your lips locked and your smile flat?) If I wore my favorite blue shirt (do you remember me saying it was my favorite?) then would you notice it was the color of the edges of a winter sky or would you realize it is the color of my eyes (when I smile) (which you are wonderfully good at making me do)
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
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If the air was snow and the trees black with age then your shoes were cherries wound up with strips of sky If I notice your shoes and say nothing but mask the quiet tiny feeling that I like them (but not as much as you) then is it remotely possible that you, too, are masking something lovely and small (could it be for me? or no) If I said penny for your thoughts (but would be willing to pay much more) then would you smile and tell them to me with ease (or keep your lips locked and your smile flat?) If I wore my favorite blue shirt (do you remember me saying it was my favorite?) then would you notice it was the color of the edges of a winter sky or would you realize it is the color of my eyes (when I smile) (which you are wonderfully good at making me do)
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
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