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The day he blocked out the sun
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2015
Its funny all the ways love seeps into your bones; leaves you water logged. How three years in the sun still hasn’t bleached the dark spots pressed into my heels by a man who was running harder and faster than I ever have. How clouds contain comfort on days when you realise that taking a philosophy curse about love, sex and friendship means you sleep on the left over side of the bed, close to the books stacked on the floor, water logged and waiting for the sun to come up again.
