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i think we were best in the kitchen together

yes
you mean ass
sitting atop your roman hill wondering
if
i miss you

every holiday mug
phone call
and god forsaken moment

our greatest sins have grown cold upon the table

we never saw a movie together
but circled shows in the paper
three times a week

i miss what granola you’re eating

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