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teach me latin, so i can write dead words in a dead language and gift them to you in a skeleton leaf.

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count my freckles and divide them by your lips.

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write lists of places and plan trips and pack our things, but never go. instead, build tents in the livingroom and sleep there for a week.

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dance with me when the frogs and crickets strike up a concert, dance me straight to the edge of the river.

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polish stones in your pocket and hang them around my neck with a jute cord.

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write books with every word misspelled and give them to me with most solemnity, a crooked knee and a bent head. i'll decipher them and paint the phrases in the clouds.

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paint the grass white and roll down hills until we're coated and stiff.

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hang mirrors on every wall and leave notes with scribbled words about the groceries, ps you're wonderful.