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I lost myself just thinkin'
about your fevered lips
about the crush of your weight
about long island iced tea
and cigarette smoke
We sang those old songs
with young voices & free souls
Your's is like a mirror
refkecting thoughts that I've had
casual & crimson
The first time you spoke to me,
I wanted to close my eyes
and let your voice surround us both
like a humid day
in the middle of July
I allowed myself to be
immersed in you
Perhaps it was an apology
for thousands of cold shoulders
And you
Only flattered me
to return them
all at once
Aimee
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