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| Brad | The most embarassing part is the suspicious gawking from of my roommates the next morning. | 001007 |
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| kate |
*this is version one of "sleepover"* Night. When we are lying down, your body is a planet and my fingers are tiny moons that travel in their lazy orbits, pulled by the gravity that is your heartbeat. Morning. There is a blackbird outside your window, my head on your chest and the humming noise you make when you are waking. I take you hand into mine. We are a mountain range, (flip) we are a palm-planked boat. Outside, the trees could burn like matchsticks, and my only marvel would be how the glow nearly made your bedroom transparent. -- sarah weinstein |
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