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When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;I. &lt;br/&gt;
When I was trying to quit smoking&lt;br/&gt;
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,&lt;br/&gt;
you called my freckles cocoa powder&lt;br/&gt;
and I called your green eyes&lt;br/&gt;
celery.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;II. &lt;br/&gt;
I am learning how to be a grown-up&lt;br/&gt;
who pays bills, cooks her own meals, &lt;br/&gt;
and doesn’t cry at words like&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I just want to be friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;III.&lt;br/&gt;
The truth is this: &lt;br/&gt;
Love is an organic thing.&lt;br/&gt;
It rots and softens.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via &lt;a href="http://clementinevonradics.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;clementinevonradics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://lizlemonstealingwhore.tumblr.com/post/50088029098</link><guid>http://lizlemonstealingwhore.tumblr.com/post/50088029098</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 09:42:44 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
