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| Same As You |
3/2/2012
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Scented soap in the shower.
Minute after minute, hour after hour.
We may not have to, yet we still.
We may not want to, yet we pull.
The love we have, so strong until.
We scream.
A bird outside flies right into the windowsill.
Crying sounds I've never heard before.
Leaving, yet coming right back through the door.
Together, we explore.
Everything we've found.
As we try to keep our feet on the ground.
I thought you were my perfect flower.
Sure, we have our struggles.
Sure, we have different things to do.
I.
I want the same as you.
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