Did time dry up in the rain? Was one glimpse of intimacy a stroke too many.Kisses and kindness always seeemed to fall out of the sky. Love was made up ten parts of ubiquitious accidents. Closeness to you is like putting my hand out through a mirror. A long time has wrapped itself around my mind and your mouth and the words that pass through it are the only thing that can burst the cement open.
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