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With more time to spend,time we’ll probably never get back. Let’s skip the tent event. I hate drawing circleswe’re different thereus and our heavy eyes,I’d prefer,we treat this nightby doing something else. All that’s ever matteredis that we’re experts together. Love is more than going out togetherto an uneven gathering I swear you’re my trigger.…

Even if,we promised each other we’d let go. You walk that wayand I’d go up there,it wouldn’t much matter we’d eventually come across a roadwhere we’d be too stubborn to just walk on by. Oh not you,the one I’d die fordraining ink from my penI’m reminded by that phraseif you truly love someoneyou let them…

Story telling,in this,the month of October. Change is our herounder the cold darknessit’s just easierthinking it’s safe hereeven though we both knowit’s just Halloween dress up. She puts smiles on faces,open and giving,with her ever revealingset of pretty curves. It’s just easierto set eyes alightletting the others get away all safe and sound. Scary are…

Those close call morningsthe pain of choosingdoes she crawl or runfrom her warm autumn bed. The critical temperaturesare soon to be upon us,perhaps still to comejust one last blossom. Here we find ourselvestreasuring what’s leftof this summer’s memoriesthe flowered gardenhaven’t quite quitletting go of us, just yet. As long as the biting coldtakes feelings from…

Loving someone,starts over each daythere’s no need reallyto worry about thisever going away. That is, of course,you’re crazy stupid too. Maybe, just thenthese feelings will take overand everything will be justtoo much to talk about. Crazy stupid,darlin I know you wantthese damn handsall up and overpalming a hand-full. The girl and those curvesthis road is…