when i close my eyes i still see you
brown
charise
blue jeans
hair and lips
part in the middle
your sweetness comes
smoothly through the fuck yous
on the ceiling a place for your face
as i drive myself home
over and over you let me play
as long as i want to stay
eighteen
Monday, December 8, 2008
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