Shitty day
the computers crashed
All the way home
you stood on the train
Take off your hoodie and
throw it on the chair
kick off your sneakers and
hand me that scrunchie
I’ll stand here behind you
sweep back your long hair
make high-home-ponytail
and kiss the back of your neck
Your hair smells like winter
Saturday, April 16, 2011
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