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I got to see you today I suppose your scent will not stick around much longer I guess I miss you much more than I thought. You smell like sunshine and Mexican soda You hug like a mattress attack from all sides You said you loved me and I'm afraid it means more to me than to you I loved you the day we met I couldn't name the word until now I forced myself to forget the word You sing liked honeyed carrots You hate with a passion I couldn't know existed You stare through me like x-rays I suppose I want to be with you I want to memorize the way your jeans feel over your hips before I start to the zipper. I want to know how you laugh at your favorite videos and how you find your music I want to rip apart every man that has ever hurt you and hold you tight I want to know the feel of your cheek beneath my mouth I want to be able to fix your hair like you would and kiss you goodnight a million times I want to be able to fix your cereal the way you like it in the afternoon without a second thought. I want to love you. If you would allow
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
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I got to see you today I suppose your scent will not stick around much longer I guess I miss you much more than I thought. You smell like sunshine and Mexican soda You hug like a mattress attack from all sides You said you loved me and I'm afraid it means more to me than to you I loved you the day we met I couldn't name the word until now I forced myself to forget the word You sing liked honeyed carrots You hate with a passion I couldn't know existed You stare through me like x-rays I suppose I want to be with you I want to memorize the way your jeans feel over your hips before I start to the zipper. I want to know how you laugh at your favorite videos and how you find your music I want to rip apart every man that has ever hurt you and hold you tight I want to know the feel of your cheek beneath my mouth I want to be able to fix your hair like you would and kiss you goodnight a million times I want to be able to fix your cereal the way you like it in the afternoon without a second thought. I want to love you. If you would allow
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
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