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Nov 07, 2007 22:41

He wraps me up in a hungry gaze
"Hi blue eyes" i whisper to him, humble and fourtunitly sweet
His smile drips flattery and i float, i float on his leaking hope
Later i'll crawl back into bed after a bathroom trip only to stir up his subconcious 
"Hey sweetie" he'll coo into his pillow
And I'll kiss him on the cheek with a slow pause just like she might. I too dream of ghosts. 
Tomorrow I scrub my morning doubts in the hottest shower until they blister
While he packs the fattest campaign of distraction i have ever smelled on anyone
I don't pretend I am any better than who I lay down with
Not on a rumor of a feeling anyhow
His eyes again in the car
They beg for passion as they strip me of beauty
His optimism is a gift for another lover
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