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May 2013
phase 1:
sit on the outside of you, peeping through cracks
some days you'll catch me - and in these we lack
but some days i'll catch you staring back

phase 2:
see you and my heart breaks
i speak and my breath shakes
you smile and my stomach aches

phase 3:
i'm drunk,
so are you
go upstairs with him,
leave both me + a beer askew
i'll drink down fast until i'm ready to hear about you two
sleepyhead
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sleepyhead  dublin
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