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Listen I’m kind of stumped.
Because it’s been so long that I’ve thought of
you I don’t remember that soft soft face,
since I told myself no I’ve lost touch with your
thighs;
but really, I’ve deadened every brain cell that I can’t even
picture your stomach when you
stretch to yawn and says
hello maybe winks.
Don’t remember a god damn bit of
your patience or your
reflection in Lake Michigan -
that’s all forgotten b/c
my new girl got a smile that
kills and eyes that shine.
Love er as the day is long she
stay up talkin to me with a
blanket round er she very intellectual.
Can’t beat that true love she drink
caramel machiattos too we're
meant to be.
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