poem :]
-your place-
turning onto Alabama...my heart begins to race...this anxiety only worsens as i pull up to your place. Opening the door...then taking off my shoes...i can never seem to get upstairs fast enough...i cant wait to see you. Your room is always a mess...your bed is never made...getting to my side of the bed is like walking through a giant ( Read more... )
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it reminds me of david, when he stays at my house, or i stay at his <3
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we ... are... in ... love
isnt it great!.?!.?
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