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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
When you're alone in your bed
I want to wake up to your freckled back, knowing that you will naturally turn yourself over once your eyes open. Knowing that I'm awake you'll place your arm over me, both our eyes pretending to be closed and you'll ask me if I slept.
It seems so pathetic that I'm even thinking about this.