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it must have been after the shaky hesitation and half naked runs across rooms or after the time I saw all of your skin (all of it) it was after the time your shyed away silent laughing or were we home alone? maybe it was after the time you wished for me in your bed and there I appeared fully dressed and unaware and I have won trophies for sneaking in and out of houses for staying put in your bedroom for spitting toothpaste out of windows and I have won trophies and heavy medals I wear around my neck for my jealousy and attitude and aversion to drinking while stealing your liquor and making you angry so angry and so scary and for making it up to you and for forgiving you when you have done the same and in some point on some squeaky stair I feel in love with fishing poles and the fingers that hold them and with front seat riding and a sudden desire to maybe not be so independent and sometimes when I think about the rapid growth of a flower and a **** and how easily comparable they are to coconut drinks and spoiled rice I wonder if you will get sick of me and my jealousy and my attitude or if after we have shared skin secrets for month upon month I still get nervous when you walk out of bathrooms and at long eye contact and for my constant crying I am not sad but do you still get nervous?
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
I wrote this about us and I cried while I wrote it bc I am so happy
it must have been after the shaky hesitation and half naked runs across rooms or after the time I saw all of your skin (all of it) it was after the time your shyed away silent laughing or were we home alone? maybe it was after the time you wished for me in your bed and there I appeared fully dressed and unaware and I have won trophies for sneaking in and out of houses for staying put in your bedroom for spitting toothpaste out of windows and I have won trophies and heavy medals I wear around my neck for my jealousy and attitude and aversion to drinking while stealing your liquor and making you angry so angry and so scary and for making it up to you and for forgiving you when you have done the same and in some point on some squeaky stair I feel in love with fishing poles and the fingers that hold them and with front seat riding and a sudden desire to maybe not be so independent and sometimes when I think about the rapid growth of a flower and a **** and how easily comparable they are to coconut drinks and spoiled rice I wonder if you will get sick of me and my jealousy and my attitude or if after we have shared skin secrets for month upon month I still get nervous when you walk out of bathrooms and at long eye contact and for my constant crying I am not sad but do you still get nervous?
liz-paola
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
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