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Sitting at your dining table, I crack the pepper onto the plate until it's warm between my hands We laugh at jokes only we could laugh at. You ask me how I've been. No one ever asks me that, And I don't know what to say. I can't tell you how much I love you, But I can listen to you talk about love, And I can tell you what I miss about it, And you can watch my eyes flicker at the thought of it, And you can tell me why you can't seem to have it, And the whole time it's right there, Warm, Between our hands.
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Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 12:19 AM UTC
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Sitting at your dining table, I crack the pepper onto the plate until it's warm between my hands We laugh at jokes only we could laugh at. You ask me how I've been. No one ever asks me that, And I don't know what to say. I can't tell you how much I love you, But I can listen to you talk about love, And I can tell you what I miss about it, And you can watch my eyes flicker at the thought of it, And you can tell me why you can't seem to have it, And the whole time it's right there, Warm, Between our hands.
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23/F/GeorgiaOnMyMind
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 12:19 AM UTC
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