keep me close, write my name
along the inside of your finger.
swear we’re the same,
sentiments you wrap in paper.
leave the smoke, leave the style.
capture now and return to yes.
flee the room, use your guile,
soft and spare, the reasons why.
make me warm. be last to leave
when the party’s done.
forget yourself, you’ll believe
in your heart, in my need.
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