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love love love

i want to kiss you

do you know that, lover?

and not just when i’m drunk
though i’d be more likely

to ask then

 

and the pocket-sized

bottle of tequila i drank

isn’t the only thing

making my guts warm

 

but the way you look at me

laying down fully on your couch

because i think i’m funny

makes me realize that i

wouldn’t mind waking up to you

coming home to you

 

makes me realize that

maybe i’m in too deep

but i passed the shallows

months ago

 

floating on my back

and holding out my hand

maybe hoping that

our hands will touch

is that really too much to ask?

lover?



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