My very least favorite holiday is right around the corner. I'm probably going to stay home all day, but maybe go out of town. I don't know. I really hate it.
i wish one day you'll know how dearly i wish you'd spend it with me. i long for your embrace, the sticky scent of fresh sweat all over that soft brown sweatshirt of yours, pungent, a film of condensation coating the windows of your mazda's backseat. oh and to feel your fingers run through my miles of chalky almond hair.
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