it's sunday and
your feet are cold
wedged under my thigh.
it tingles
and you laugh.
your eyes are blue
so i forget
what i was saying.
i shiver
from the draft
and you leave.
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- lindsayirene
- it's not like me to make a fuss. i just want to love as best as i can.
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