It’s like magic.
The way we fly at 3am, the way we lie,
lay in bed.
I haven’t prayed in bed for a while now.
You’re like magic.
People are like books
or readers.
I’m your favorite story.
Your favorite listener.
No one will ever read you like I do.
No one has ever known you like I know you.
Am knowing.
We’re growing.
We’re magic.
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Posted in: Journaling the Day
Posted on April 6, 2011
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