February 2010
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I can’t wait for summer. For tights and short shorts. Big T-shirts. Windows down and music blasting car rides, where my hair forms knots and I still look good. I can’t wait for the sweat to run down my sternum, and my long legs to glisten from the sun.
I hope we lay together again.
I want my mind free and my soul open for you to keep.
