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Blue. Blue eyes, not like the ocean tides or a pretty sky but blue, bright, clear, with strands of white and miscilaneous colors weaved into the fibers. Blue, like my sweater. Blonde. Blonde hair, ***** and smooth. Not like the sandy beach or the dry grass in the field. But blonde, thick, wavy, and you scratch your head a lot. Itchy, like my sweater. Pink. Pink Lips. Not like any flower or beautiful sunset. But pink, thin, chapped, with blinding white stars hidden behind them. Covering, like my sweater. Freckles across your face. Not like splatter paint or migrating birds. But freckled, brown, random, little dots dancing on your cheeks. Cute, like my sweater. Skin. Pale skin. Not like fresh snow or the paper these words are on. But pale, soft, tight and warm as you hold my hand. Comforting, like my sweater. And with every stitch and knot of this sweater, I embrace your love and how every morning you'll walk that extra distance just to give me a hug. And I always wear our sweater.
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
My Sweater
Blue. Blue eyes, not like the ocean tides or a pretty sky but blue, bright, clear, with strands of white and miscilaneous colors weaved into the fibers. Blue, like my sweater. Blonde. Blonde hair, ***** and smooth. Not like the sandy beach or the dry grass in the field. But blonde, thick, wavy, and you scratch your head a lot. Itchy, like my sweater. Pink. Pink Lips. Not like any flower or beautiful sunset. But pink, thin, chapped, with blinding white stars hidden behind them. Covering, like my sweater. Freckles across your face. Not like splatter paint or migrating birds. But freckled, brown, random, little dots dancing on your cheeks. Cute, like my sweater. Skin. Pale skin. Not like fresh snow or the paper these words are on. But pale, soft, tight and warm as you hold my hand. Comforting, like my sweater. And with every stitch and knot of this sweater, I embrace your love and how every morning you'll walk that extra distance just to give me a hug. And I always wear our sweater.
emelia-ruth
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emelia-ruth
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
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