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Sep 2016
I don't care where we go.

I've finished my drink;
You're thinking about
what's underneath my clothes.

So take me home,
and you can stay in my bed
until the moon becomes the sun instead.

Please be gone in the morning.
Written by
Madison  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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