Squirrel! (Taken with instagram)
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11-29
still with your
piano-fingers
you drew our
constellation
on the inner
parts of lips,
our kiss andthose veins ran
restlessly down
the tops of your
hands and you
were kept up in
that softness of
heather grey, of
dawn-green eyesand yes there on
the edging of this
familiar road i was
on toes and you
leaned down. we
kept each other
from falling off.
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