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...written on 2008-06-24, @ 10:18 p.m.
My eyes feel tired, heavy, an allergic reaction that happened when I wasn't looking. I can feel the heavy press of full sinuses and the ache of fatigue. More than anything I want the warmth of you. I want to slip against you and hide my face in that ugly yellow and red t-shirt you got for free so long ago-3 days before us. To sleep all quiet and warm and exhausted against the gentle rise and fall of your chest would be like a dream. I look at the drive, at the slick roads, at the night and I can't do it.