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Run my thumbs across your lips. Your neck with skin around your throat in very dim light. Height and weight work together with the places you haven’t shaved. Scratching the surface of your cheek tingles in the places we meet. Folds face the expression in your palm wrinkling the corners of your eyes, leading me to believe how you were as a child. This has been a clip, or a sample of him who causes a warm spot on my back when I sit near him, and how he follows me around wherever I go.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
Another Powder Blue Sweater
Run my thumbs across your lips. Your neck with skin around your throat in very dim light. Height and weight work together with the places you haven’t shaved. Scratching the surface of your cheek tingles in the places we meet. Folds face the expression in your palm wrinkling the corners of your eyes, leading me to believe how you were as a child. This has been a clip, or a sample of him who causes a warm spot on my back when I sit near him, and how he follows me around wherever I go.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
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