kona coffee for breakfast, keyboard
and nighttime trembles
its traumantic
youre
too real to touch
fill books with all the
things
we never say
pages between your legs
i know what girls want but
do you
ill build a beach house
made for two
its lucky you got
lips like sugar
its the writing
front and
center
i just can't stop dreaming about
graphic
vanilla skies
deer girl
i wasnt shy enough the first time
littered coffee cups, try again
kisses at bus stops
critical thinking and that
smile
its like
climbing shoes with holes
I zone out on purpose
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