Our teeth clashed –
A clunking omen?
Tipsy fingers strolling.
“I think you might be a genius.”
“Shh.”
Onto backs, rolling.
Something asked,
Can’t disobey it.
Dreaming mouth delays it.
“I love you.”
“Shh.”
No, I’ll say it, I’ll say it.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Our teeth clashed –
A clunking omen?
Tipsy fingers strolling.
“I think you might be a genius.”
“Shh.”
Onto backs, rolling.
Something asked,
Can’t disobey it.
Dreaming mouth delays it.
“I love you.”
“Shh.”
No, I’ll say it, I’ll say it.
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