Even a false
you
Beats the real
thems
I don't laugh
the same laugh
I have to search for it
when they say it
The less they say
the more I'm grateful
However
I could listen to you
talk about nothing
and want to soak
in your every word
Their hands
don't fit
in the same crevis
on my back
Probably because
it was a mold
of your hand
Reason for writing:
Ewwww...where did this mushy stuff come from? lol
Birth sign: Gemini
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