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 Sep 2014 turtlepoop
You beg
For his body
Against yours like his
Is pressed upon mine every
Day into the night, dirtily polite?"

No, but I stop and think
About the chances I had
With him all alone
That I've wasted
Dreaming of
I think I'm going mad
our love is my daily coffee
the first thing i look forward to
in the mornings.

the only difference
is that i can't add sugar
when our love is bitter,
and you've always had a thing
for liking your coffee black.
 Aug 2014 turtlepoop
 Aug 2014 turtlepoop
After too long apart
I met you and thought
Oh, there you are
my missing

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