you kissed me when i was twelve

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we have become an overnight obsession
you are my cup of midnight
i'm afraid to drink
 
dreaming of love is easy magic
when we love we stay children
under a flimsy sheet tent
in the middle of the living room
 
feeling things we don't know.
now older and skinny of heart,
both broken in untouchable places
 
we meet again at 7 eleven.  
each of us tenet-less.
we try to catch the night
in cupped hands
 
when all we can do is mourn
 
can we make a life of this?
 
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