Laughter

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A foolish dub that spreads a tickle,
Naming something of sour and bitter,
Licking some sweetness off of a desirable chest,
For once in my life.
When I do, I want to breathe the air he breathe,
I want to listen to his heart beat every morning,
Ride him under the moon while the who rig the night,
But some wish just don't fall into your hand with a coincidence,
Some just sit there in front of you like a game of choices,
And somehow there it was, a realization that I  want to laugh with him,
Live with him,
And love him til death so us part.

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