Your brows are on point today, bae.
Laugh with me because the boy
with dark eyes remembers my name
and it’s only taken a year or so.
We’ve spent so much time
together, no reason, just
passing the season in fine company.
You hunt for me, say cunt for me,
when we both vow never again.
I can’t wait to dance with you
in a sea of people not quite as good as us.
I hope you stick around, if only
so that i can keep close,
someone able
to keep up with me.
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