.Rapt, in âStar Warsâ sheets,
with my hand across your belly,
we waded through the watercolor.
And drunk in your parents house,
junk coming out of your mouth,
we were buried in the ice sculpture,
and you said
âI would be anything that you wanted me to be,
but.
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