Black holes. Unraised moles. Let's just call them freckles.
Hair cut. Part left. Happy on the West Coast.
Coat fell. Heart swells. Draped across the sofa.
Sleep well. I feel you've ruined me forever.
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I don't want to sound trite, but you were perfect The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic. I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis, The way I flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses I'll never turn my body clock back. Think about the things I'm glad I left out, ... Some things are best left unsaid