through the porthole
i could see your face
you have a pretty dress
outlining your slick bods
i can't wait to talk to you
in an hour they let us go
i'm fumbling what to say
i might be speechless
and rush for hugs and kiss
i have in mind over and over
i have surprise that you love
just keep dreaming of that
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