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May 2014
All the nights I’ve spent huddled
in the dark,
in this room,
talking to you ceaselessly
about dreams and nightmares
and The Killers
are the best nights I’ve had
"with" you so far,
so much better than
that night I lit my cigarette with yours
so much better than
not remembering holding your arm
because we were wasted.
I love your brain
more than anything else.
Word *****, you and I.
I wish we could be like this
when mornings come.
PS
I mean, just talk like normal human beings
when our faces are 4 feet apart
because when you’re 2 miles away
is the only time your sentences make sense.

Sometimes I want to install
Facebook Messenger
on my face
and yours
if that’s the only way you and I
can ever get past awkward and jittery
when we stare into each other’s eyes.
Doy A
Written by
Doy A  F/London
(F/London)   
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