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and this is why, i said the other day, let's sit down and count the stars. it's been a long long time since dover days, and i've forgotten your face. just a little bit, while the color fades away. and there's no one to tie your hair, you silly girl, because you run away every time i see you.
it's the grass you've never liked that i miss the most. and this serene spread of mist all over the mountain, hewing a waft of cool, wet air all over you.
and then was home. in the middle of woods and bricks -in a small lighted corner that i had once seen in my dreams. do you know what it smells like -this potion of mud and sweat drizzled with my patience? of course not.

because i know it is all about your proximity. and your disregard for distance. and your thumb twiddling tendencies to gravitate. calm down, little one, this is just the beginning.