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My feet feel like lavender. It’s

a little past three. The sky

teaches itself love.

I think about you.

I think about you when you’re

kissing him and when you’re not.

I just thought I’d tell you.

It’s late enough

I try to start my car and end up

lying on the couch.

The night smells like Ken’s BBQ.

How long have I said I miss you?