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Oct 2013
You're always kind to the waiter,
You don't watch me watch your favourite movie.
Tea over coffee, morning over night.
A Tribe Called Quest sang our first song,
Because you love to kick it.

You kept up conversation with my parents,
Because they ran out of wine.
You hold the small of my back,
And your kisses are subtle.
You are the first person who has made me
Weak in the knees,
Clear in the mind
Heavy in my heart .

You let me love myself,
But not you.
Written by
M R  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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