Chicken, duckie, cutie. Sweetheart or a real good fuck.
I never said I love you but it lived in my eyes when I looked at you,
looking away, love. My squash. My squishy. My seven-year-itch
with a cape of dark hair that sometimes was greasy. I never said
you were a freak in a good way, or in a bad way, or in bed. Some days
I was just too tired to not come see you, babe, baby girl, baby doll, pork chop.
You unwove my clothes, m'ija, and sewed the threads into the ground.
When I woke up, sown in your city, darling, I saw that your hands
were just covering mine all along. I saw that the city was beautiful,
beautiful. I'm sure that I called you beautiful, once, when the city was ours.
I never said I love you but it lived in my eyes when I looked at you,
looking away, love. My squash. My squishy. My seven-year-itch
with a cape of dark hair that sometimes was greasy. I never said
you were a freak in a good way, or in a bad way, or in bed. Some days
I was just too tired to not come see you, babe, baby girl, baby doll, pork chop.
You unwove my clothes, m'ija, and sewed the threads into the ground.
When I woke up, sown in your city, darling, I saw that your hands
were just covering mine all along. I saw that the city was beautiful,
beautiful. I'm sure that I called you beautiful, once, when the city was ours.
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