oh, i could drink a case of you
and never feel your weight on my eyelids
when the sun wakes up.
poker face off
we bask in the afterglow
like an architects euphoria in seeing the daybreak backdrop
upon their creation.
i'll take my sweet nothings
to go,
soaked in the light of the sun.
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