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12/2/2015 9:00:24 AM
K.M North Posts: 97
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I loved her I loved her like the way the sun touches your skin on the coldest morning you can remember she was beautiful the kind of beautiful that made violent men weep
we shared a passion for long stories with short endings and fast songs with slow beginnings
she hung on to the bedpost while I twirled around to Miles Davis my fingers traced a melody only I could see and in the mirror of that one room apartment she wore only a t-shirt that was supposed to be only for me
the floor boards creaked with each step and sometimes if the volume went too high the walls would shake a bit floor to ceiling windows a swan divers late night dream we hung out of them sometimes if the rain was coming and we were sick of the heat
it's true that I loved her loved her like fire and like faith I worshiped every flaw she had and knelt at her pale white feet
she had beauty but there are no words to do it justice there is nothing as poetic as watching her lay in bed as the sun greeted her for a new day we drew pictures of each other and tossed them to the floor walking on charcoal and body parts without a care in the world
it's true I loved her and possibly she loved me but we both knew that money always ran out and by morning she'd leave there were always bigger pockets and always newer beds but on nights that she was mine I'd sell my soul to the devil because I had already seen heaven
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