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On Tuesdays
erotic, a bit.
when you say i'm beautiful
I think of all the things we missed
the drunken nights
laughing as we fell
on missed dance-steps
the despair of unappreciated
sunsets, sunrises
and hot oatmeal covered
in butter and brown sugar
the lust -- oh yes, I would
not forget that -- we could
have been so stupid
together.
when you say I'm beautiful
I think of how you love
an orgasm not quite as much
as me.
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