Saturday, February 8, 2014
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After 6 long months the boy I love comes late to my going away party and as he leaves, finally kisses me. Sometimes I think I might have dreamt it. But in my head I see his face. His orange beard. We stand in a driveway of a house I don't know and could never find again, and I will him to ask me to stay.
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