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we're getting older too time is slipping past us permeating through our bones making them as fragile as the peanut brittle my grandmother munches every Sunday afternoon Ritualistically i scan your social media secretly check up on your well being i long to savor your skin once again i want our legs to intermingle and our hair to tangle i want sweat coating our bare bodies i want you in the simplest ways i want you in every crevice of my being
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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we're getting older too time is slipping past us permeating through our bones making them as fragile as the peanut brittle my grandmother munches every Sunday afternoon Ritualistically i scan your social media secretly check up on your well being i long to savor your skin once again i want our legs to intermingle and our hair to tangle i want sweat coating our bare bodies i want you in the simplest ways i want you in every crevice of my being
marsha-lynn
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
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