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Don’t make me fall in love with you.
Oh Dylan hawk and your poetry.

The Instagram.
Of your bath has me at last.

Wishing for tiny miracles.
From other rooms.

Left and leaving.
Catching the bus on time.

Rhyming when I sit.
And crush lenses.

I could smell your cheeks.
Forever and ever.

I man wiser than I once said.
You choose whatcha lose.