Wednesday, May 15, 2013

hot coffee.

your smell makes me drowsy. i wonder if you think of me. what do you think of when you look up at the sun and you become blinded? when you see something that makes you smile, do you think of my smile? do you know the creases of my smile?  you have a smile that can fix a heart. it's dangerous. it's perfect. the horizon never seemed so close and touchable.

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