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you kissed me when i was twelve

...
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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Written by shakka (shauna)
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