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...while my arms are wrapped around you...Lialei.
Like you read the runes to me, perhaps half in contemplation that it didn't matter.
But it did matter, and it does matter..
Like scrambled eggs matter, on an English muffin. Like a small table matters when you've nothing to set your books on. It matters.
Like a printer cartridge when you've so much to say that can't be confined to a monitor. Like a 12 pack of beer when the pain won't stop. Like patiently listening to some drop D chords and bad truckin' songs. Like a bar of soap...it matters.
And don't you know that there aren't many sighs like yours? Or tears like yours? Or a smile like yours? Like a 4 cheese pizza and an hour or two. Like vegetable soup and a walk through the woods. Or making love where the birds can see. Or the dumb old shows that you watch with me. Like a chapter from your favorite Kerouac book. Or the towels you wash. And a loving look.
Like the words you say while you're ringing up things..for $37.50. Like forgetting blame. Like the things you've done..and the things you do. When you think of me and you read those runes..it matters.
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