Hair In My Pocket


There's a hair in my pocket;
It is hers.
Before she left here
she left it here
Now I am left with a hair, and
Not her


She was playing with the cactus
An old spiny house plant
Playfully petting the quills
Saying, I like doing this
It was  it
 
         it was

she 
            she is


she is gorgeous





I want to dance with her
Sing with her
Love with her
Hold with her
kiss with her
Sex with her
cook with her
read with her
Play
Wash dishes with her
love love love
make mistakes with her
Be
      Broken
Broken

with her.

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