this is not a love song (right?)

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[this one is a song i wrote about someone after we hung out once. i get attached far too quickly.]

I promise to not feel anything for you,
But I've found it's hard to say things that are true

Unbutton your white shirt
All new, pink-blue, you're the first
Hold me tight, so it won't hurt
Bat your baby blues, hunger-thirst 

The left side of my neck still smells like you
Intertwined legs, a moment to not rue

Unbutton your white shirt
Make me feel good, kiss me first
Hold me right, so it won't hurt
Bat your baby blues, I'm dessert

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