I still want to meet you under the overpass,
In the weedy shade of a homeless dream-
Pass you my bottle and my eyes,
The shyness tugging my lips in a reticent smile:
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I would really like to be like two stones smoothed togther with my man. That was a lovely part. I wonder if people who live like that fele that longing, or if if it just happens as a random comfort, not unlike a warm meal or a blanket, just a simpl, unsought after comfort.
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I would really like to be like two stones smoothed togther with my man. That was a lovely part. I wonder if people who live like that fele that longing, or if if it just happens as a random comfort, not unlike a warm meal or a blanket, just a simpl, unsought after comfort.