Mrrf.
i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
memorized.
I wake up from a dream,
it smells like summer,
like you
and lake water
and
--two cigarettes.
Like my sunblock
and your deodorant.
Like tea.
Like the middle of the night,
melon, the beach,
and navy blue.
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