I lie awake at night
dreaming
dreaming
dreaming
of your big brown eyes
and big soft hands
and big dogs aren't
as comfortable to lay next to
as you.
And your hair
is a million strand essay on why
my finger tips
are the only way
to understand the miles
of you
stretched on my bed.
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LIzzzzzzz. oh liz. i love the things you write. comparable only to virginia adair hamilton. the orange peel. you write beautiful things. i love it. :) you're amazing.
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