I wonder how your skin feels underneath the sweater I got you. Soft and as light as it can be feeling helpless without me. Do you feel like how you thought you would by now? Im not sad to see you go but Im only pretending you know.
Her visits to my mind are getting shorter by the second. I'm sure she’s moved on much easier than me. Boys drool over her shadow: her laughter does what the night does to the day.
If youre making love to her, think of the summer kisses. She’ll do you one further and leave your head pirouette. It's easy as it does it. But things aren’t clear when looking between the lines.
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