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god bless the daylight the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town when every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes and you'd skip your early classes and we'd learn how our bodies worked god damn the black night with all of its foul temptations i've become what I've always hated when I was with you then we looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside and together there in a shroud of frost the mountain air began to pass through every pane of weathered glass and I held you closer then anyone would ever get do you remember the JAMC and reading aloud from magazines? I dont know about you, but I swear on my name they could smell it on me and ive never been too good with secrets Post a comment in response: |
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