Abecedarian

Abecedarian 

  After waking up, she makes her hands into loose fists and wipes her face like the   bunnies she loves, taking sharp breaths and fast laughs as her   cheeks get redder and redder and I don’t think I ever want to sleep alone anymore so I   drive for hours, push my old car past its limits and through  elements it shouldn’t be in, just to feel her nose twitch every time she   gets to touch kindn...

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