Your accent and how you say tomorrow


 And our fine lines

I wish you could have seen me… believed in me. The tents that once held us and the sweet mysteries we were about to solve. I wish you could have opened the penalty box enough to feel loved by me… the way I deeply loved you daily and in every true and mad way. 



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