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Feb 2017
i gave him a key to
more than just
more than just the -
the key, with a little
green stopper, with
his soap in the shower,
the drawer at the bottom
of my dresser, and the bed
because he took it all up and
I didn't mind, so the house
and the key, and his boots
in the corner, morning light
all over his back in iambic
pentameter i'm tracing
I love you down his
spine, where everything
started-- because back
in September when I
asked him to kiss me
I didn't think i'd fall
in, in, i  n, lo--              
  the
key, the one that he
has, with the green
stopper to more than
more than, more than
just the house.
based on how I always stutter.
brooke
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brooke
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