brown instead of blue
6.20.2014 @ 23:16
It’s as if we hadn’t met in years; and the second our eyes
meet you give nothing but stares and ask why I smiled with my lips touching
instead of my teeth peeking out from between them. I didn’t know how to reply but I guess
that’s what happens when the light gets drained out from you.
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