there is nothing between my skin
and my bedsheets now, and I am looking
at photos of you on your blog, and God knows
where you live, you could be a thousand miles
away or maybe you live in the next town
over, but all of your photos look washed out
everyone seems to be washed out these days
but it looks wonderful on you, and
your nose reminds me of a tulip
(which is especially romantic, considering
everyone told me when I was young
that my nose looked like a tulip)
and it is round on your long face
and your lips look sour in the best way
the point is, I am falling in love with you
and I have no idea who you are.
I tend to do this fairly often.
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