I used to know you
dirty socks home after sunrise forgotten birthdays dead flowers. Last night you stuck a rose under my sleeping nose after you creeped in. I slept on the couch until you get home library slip tickling my bellybutton like raspberry fuzz long overdue. Now laundry day pillow forts violin valentine's bouquet if what you say is true we finally made it out of the bad days where kisses belong only to me and my tea gets cold from laughing so hard.
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