the two of you

like black charcoal smudges that turn soft the two of you blend together he is the romantic not attacking you with love but knowing when you need it his vintage porsche in the shop but he'll go home on the train to work the grave shift again just to be with you to make cookies with you to see "the family" and you are the girl every art school boy noticed the magenta, blorange, and jet black who somehow calms in his presence it amazes me but I welcome it and he is welcome too i approve

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