May 2013
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Listen
And Canadian Girl by The Walkmen plays. I’m thrown back to the first time I heard it. Nervous, in your borrowed room. Floored by your playlist, wishing I could kiss you. Stealing your sweater for the first time. Everything set in motion.
And now I’m wishing I couldn’t remember exactly how it feels to fall asleep in your arms.
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April 2013
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Do you want a reading
your own private hearing
each and every lovelorn word i have put down since that day
Do you want a performance
of the sorrowful songs i have been reciting
the painful cries i scratch into the most private of pages
Oh, the ways i could share my lament
would you hear them yet?
would it set you in motion, or would it have no effect
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