I love your pineapple-stained laughter and the way your cherry tainted smoke fills the air even when you're not here. Your ivy painted eyes and abnormally radiant smile bring memories captured on film to life when Sleep forgets to come for me. Than God the gram cracker teddy bear you gave me makes dreamless nights just a little bit easier to bare - like the radio was once able to soothe the pain of a summer love's autumn heartbreak or the cleansing rain of winter trying so desperately to form a blank slate for spring's Louvre showcase. You're here beside me tonight but you won't be tomorrow, so in case you haven't realized it your details make you beautiful and your beauty brings out the very best in both of us.
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