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they're talking in their sleep
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they're talking in their sleep |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He wrote his sleeve onto her chest where the words had no idea where they were going or if they would ever leave She touched the bottom of his hand onto the kite ridden sky the eve heading towards the night The soft sigh of the rivers right hand never night but rather glad that the auburn sleeves of a woman's hair could rest soft on the right side of his cheeks A few miles away The right side of her bedroom door was slightly open as the painting, a few inches away on the walls beige face sighed to the hallway so the lower hallways could listen She wore her neck onto onto his broad chest that was bare shared along the crop fields of the west Turning her eyes towards him towards his mouth that seemed to almost lye on its back She was tired but every body gets tired and her breath cut along the small scar down his cheek from the small blade his brother accidentally cut when they were playing in the wild blueberry fields The breaths of the bridge resting just a few miles away from their home could feel their long winded sighs and right below the damp lake felt a sudden calm on the wrinkles of her cotton shirt just inside the corner of his sly grin against the bottom of her easy, calm voice |
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