Sometimes we lie together,
Not as lovers but as friends.
Talk all night,
Stare at the stars,
Tell scary stories,
Look for flying saucers.
I think I saw one just now.
Inevitably the back of my hand
Grazes yours and you reciprocate.
obligingly or instinctively?
Either way I'll take it.
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Clayton Medeiros
June 22, 2012
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Fun. I read it out loud to
Fun. I read it out loud to Gemma and she loved it. She wanted to go lay outside tonight.
Third line from the bottom maybe needs an s on your.