I don't know and I know you know.
Missing your hands, your smile. Your goddamn jaw-line.
A gin and a lime, in a gold mosaic owl tumbler.
Raspberries. Chocolate ice cream. Living in some kind of dream.
No one is supposed to be the same.
No one is supposed to act the same.
I swear about money and you make jokes about my crazy eyes.
You dance to music while I snigger from behind a book.
It's not what I thought. Nor what you imagined.
At the same time, we can't follow the beat. We're going a different way.
I'm wanting us to.
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