you are the scent of coffee
you are peach rings
you are long hair, wet hair, the smell of shampoo
you are the feeling of a pea coat pressed against my face
you are silence that hung in the air as your hand was suspended there
you are sly smiles
you are a stomach flipping worry
you are cold hands and avoiding eye contact
You are an eternity
you are pie and fluorescent lighting
you are always breaking curfew and not regretting it
you are a soft meaningful touch
you are hot drinks and a parade
You are gone
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Baylee Browning
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