You come in the night bringing ginger lemon garlic spells of healing,
an organic gala apple, and lavender chocolate. The soft sick sniffler
inside me kisses you with tingly buzz of peppermint and hoping.
I want to wake beside you and not run. Make love to you and not break.

I hate how your eyes still move me, even the simplest photographs. Even Even

1- just because I couldn't now doesn't mean I can't ever.
2- late night sessions of teaching a friend how to fall out of love with you never work.
3- I see my mother tomorrow
4-I'm going to Asheville in jan!

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