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Nestled in the comfort of porn

Horned-up and warm

Allegiances torn

Cushions all bunched up on the floor

Channel 64

But we abstained

From what we’ve waited for

We realize sullenly

With hidden certainty

There might still be more

Picking off the scabs from our slip

And subsequent dip

In full recall

Although it can never be real

I can’t help but feel

It’s beautiful

A night like all before

But take away restraint

And knowing what’s in store

And if there will be more

The thing that could not be The is that wasn’t so The did that would not go If you then cannot we The we that we both know

Together would be so So beautiful