summertime

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somebody kiss me
for I am strangely desperate
no
I am secretly as desperate as a damned dog
cowering in the table legs of god's coffee table
give me your hand and let us dance
give me your soft hand
and let us pick up grain of sand and guess
which rocks they come from: tell me
how much you love me
tell me that you want to be friends with me forever
for the love of god, call me beautiful
shower me with all of the affection I've sorely missed
let me curl up on your chest
and listen to your heartbeat
and tuck my head into your arm
as if to hear the waves
love me until my skin falls off from my bones
and kiss all of my sorrows goodbye, for they
are now gone

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