Books and candy and Strawberry Fields forever.
Maybe it's those twin pools of muddy dark chocolate. Or the curve of your chest underneath your shirt. Or the slow fading of short black hairs to clean, brown skin, the blending of black and brown almost entrancing. But no, it's you standing a foot away while we discuss impatience and slurred speech
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when i saw this at the black box in knoxville, this was my favorite song.
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