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it’s morning for me, he's still snoring in the other room, cozy under flannel sheets, close and untouchable. after last night i thought he’d be a kinder lover. (the kind that leaves afterwards) now i’m stuck waiting for a train wreck, the couple next door to start screaming, anything that will wake him up. but it’s so quiet- even my thoughts stayed in bed bundled up with him, and i’m too (l)affable to shake their shoulders. mzf
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
about getting out of bed
it’s morning for me, he's still snoring in the other room, cozy under flannel sheets, close and untouchable. after last night i thought he’d be a kinder lover. (the kind that leaves afterwards) now i’m stuck waiting for a train wreck, the couple next door to start screaming, anything that will wake him up. but it’s so quiet- even my thoughts stayed in bed bundled up with him, and i’m too (l)affable to shake their shoulders. mzf
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
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