listen, i don't need you to be the most of what you're not and i won't grant you what is not of me. i can promise you my wednesday karaoke nights if you treat me right though. if you can endure a day with the brazenness of my blemishes, i can promise to look both ways when crossing your mind.
and when i finally let you touch my lips, i promise i'll bite. i'll kiss your eyes with my smiles and burnish our days by polishing your sun as you should lull me nude within the gentleness of my nights.
oh and here's the thing - the hardness of diamonds will definitely split the crowns of my teeth, so just forget the bling and buy me pizza.
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pizza is all i ask really.
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