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Listening to: Banquet - Bloc Party
Feeling: melodramatic
And you lay there. Your breath slowly whistling past your partially opened lips. Your bright blue eyes hidden by your closed eyelids. The tan and white plaid pillow enveloping your head. Your chest heavily rising up and down with every slow, whistling breath. And I sit here and stare. And I look at how wonderful you are. And you're mine.
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