1:24 am//poetry

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him.
he is warm hoodies fresh out of the dryer and messy hair after a good nights rest and tired eyes after a long nap. he is a cup of warm hot chocolate with marshmallows and sitting by a campfire and watching movies with a meaning. he is the sunrise that follows after a dewy morning and late night laughter and a used poetry book. he is looking up at the crescent moon and star gazing with someone you love and sitting on a roof at 2am. he is driving around without a destination and mindlessly tracing circles across someone's arm and falling asleep to gentle piano music. he is lovely.
he is everything.