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quietwrite — Kenny
Published: 2009-06-25 05:11:19 +0000 UTC; Views: 74; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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The pressure on the back of my neckAnd the gentle drawing of my body toward his.
It was so simple, something that most would forget
But every sign is simple
But every sign confuses the shit out of me.
The gentle tug of a sweater.
What a way to say goodbye!
By not actually saying it
Because saying it would mean forever.
Nothing was said
Nothing is ever said.
The gentle tug of a sweater.
The inside of your Mustang was tacit
It never seemed to silence when I wanted it too.
But it seemed to be still
For thirteen seconds
For thirteen seconds I wanted to freeze time.
The gentle tug of a sweater.
