You're the last sip of Coke left on the dinner table,
an old raggedy navy sweatshirt worn to bed, and the clock set three minutes to prevent ever-so-lateness. You're the iPad sitting idle on the living room end table, the walls in my room painted purple with white daisies, and Grease and Annie bringing me back to those times that we'd sit and watch. You're the spaghetti Dad tries his best to mimic, the face of my little brother, and the freckles I see in the mirror. But most of all, you're the jump in my heart and the clenching in my windpipe when I think of you.
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Em
10/10/2016 07:49:49 am
This is my favorite. Very beautiful, dude.
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Madelwiener
12/8/2016 11:51:37 am
I absolutely love this 😩❤️
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