| in lacey we trust, in oberst we believe |
[06 Mar 2018|07:16pm] |
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i could have kissed you under cherry blossoms, pale petals drifting down like the trees wanted to pretend they could be snow clouds. i could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to our bones and not even caring that the skies opened up above us and tried to wash us out i could have kissed you in a clearing in the most secluded woods, with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us. instead, i kissed you in the parking lot of a waffle house, just shy of 2 a.m. in the middle of a hectic week, with our waitress grinning at us from the other side of the window, because, honestly, how could i not?
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