This Spring-like eve
finds me on the western coast
of your bright heart-shaped
world.
As the sun sets, I look back
with no regrets,
all those dirty things I wanted
to tell you...remember?
Good thing I did! No regrets.
Hitchhiking, biking, liking tacos
and orgasms on bus rides.
Fly home!
I FLY
yeah I do,
can you decipher my acronym?
I.F.L.Y.,
change my oil, and get
baked with me until
we are luvpie
one flavor
US
forever, duh
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