babe, you are sunshine. if you were a box, i'd become a ups man. and if the sea is your mother, i am your zinc oxide...yes, the bright blue stuff you put on the bridge of your nose. if you were an icon, prince's lawyers would be calling right now. you are the quiet pauses in between the music; the silence spaces that hold the beauty of the meter. if you are confused, the world is not real and to be too young for this living is a chalky prayer left on the lips of the dying.
love you,
kate
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If I could send love through the interweb, you'd be feeling a pang of it right now.
You're the best.
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