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I’m lying on the ground where you first kissed me With my back against the cracks in the concrete Back when I had summer breath And you had child’s eyes It was always sunny where we went Hearts and hands intertwined A heatwave of young love, and iced teas And the way your tongue felt cool on my neck And today it’s cold and the ground is damp with snow But it’s as warm here as it’s ever been. I’m looking at my reflection in the window of a coffee shop That will always belong to us And the love story that only a place like this could ever hold Where the warmth of you drives away clouds. It’s finally winter in Ann Arbor So I guess it makes sense that you’re not here anymore Because a thousand miles and winters couldn’t untangle My love from you from here “I miss summer, and long hair, and lab, and espresso, and the library, and everything about this place. But mostly I just miss him.” (March 2013)
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
November 8, 2014 – Ann Arbor, MI
I’m lying on the ground where you first kissed me With my back against the cracks in the concrete Back when I had summer breath And you had child’s eyes It was always sunny where we went Hearts and hands intertwined A heatwave of young love, and iced teas And the way your tongue felt cool on my neck And today it’s cold and the ground is damp with snow But it’s as warm here as it’s ever been. I’m looking at my reflection in the window of a coffee shop That will always belong to us And the love story that only a place like this could ever hold Where the warmth of you drives away clouds. It’s finally winter in Ann Arbor So I guess it makes sense that you’re not here anymore Because a thousand miles and winters couldn’t untangle My love from you from here “I miss summer, and long hair, and lab, and espresso, and the library, and everything about this place. But mostly I just miss him.” (March 2013)
kstenlowe
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
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