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i'm making fish sticks in the kitchen drinking a blue moon thinking about how i sat gracefully, weightless on your back while you laid there shirtless and i squeezed every knot out of you like wringing a bleached towel out and you switched, sitting on top of me rubbing that sweet ******** anthropologie scent into my skin and i told you what i wanted for christmas and you apologized for getting cheeto dust on my down comforter and we'll drive halfway across the country just to find ourselves in it and you apologized for doing coke and i apologized for not caring and you held my face between your hands like some kind of heart shaped pebble you found on the beach and i was glowing and you let me scratch at you with needles and i was glowing but i don't love you, and i don't think i could
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
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i'm making fish sticks in the kitchen drinking a blue moon thinking about how i sat gracefully, weightless on your back while you laid there shirtless and i squeezed every knot out of you like wringing a bleached towel out and you switched, sitting on top of me rubbing that sweet ******** anthropologie scent into my skin and i told you what i wanted for christmas and you apologized for getting cheeto dust on my down comforter and we'll drive halfway across the country just to find ourselves in it and you apologized for doing coke and i apologized for not caring and you held my face between your hands like some kind of heart shaped pebble you found on the beach and i was glowing and you let me scratch at you with needles and i was glowing but i don't love you, and i don't think i could
kelia
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
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