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a lucky shot in the dark

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i think of my life sometimes
in the context of Tswift lyrics:
“we never had a shotgun shot in the dark” to
“we are a shot in the darkest dark” to
“august sipped away like a bottle of wine –
’cause you were never mine”
yet, look – here you are next to me
on the couch having coffee every morning
here are your boxer briefs i wash and fold
with my heart full of love and feeling lucky
because i get to be the one to fold your underwear
how easy, how comfortable, how perfect it can be
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perfect for me

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If I think hard about it,
you are perfect.

You bring everything
to the table
and offer everything
that I want.

You are dependable.
No matter what, or when,
or with who, you always
provide the same comfort,
the same sweetness
that brings me peace.

You make me melt,
you make me feel addicted,
like I have to clutch you
in my hot, hot hands
to keep you mine
to keep you you
before you’re gone.

When you enter me
there is a shock of sweetness –
sugar, plain and simple.
But the longer you linger,
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delay

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It’s been nearly 
five years 
and I’ve grown 
weary 
waiting for you, 
but you said 
the end is near, 
the delay
almost over, 
so in a few days 
I’ll be making room 
on a particular finger. 
I’ll be as ready 
as I’ve been 
for nearly five years. 
There’s nothing I want 
more than us.

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trolls

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Consider for a moment
the unhoused among us.
They’re not trolls
lurking under bridges.
They’re people who,
more often than not,
had a bout of bad luck
they couldn’t overcome.
It’s hardly ever a fault
of their own, and
they deserve more than we give.

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sightseeing

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No more traveling 
alone to New York City, 
or sad rides on trains. 
No more being the only 
unpartnered one on holidays, 
no more soul-aching 
single Christmas nights. 
No more tears, 
no more talking to myself. 
I have a sidekick 
for sightseeing now, 
and I never want to let him go.

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raise

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I raise 
to days gone bye,
still wishing
they’ll get better,
but my hope
is fading fast.

So I’ll just
keep wishing
that one day
I can fly off to some
sun-soaked coast
between ocean
and palms,
and never, ever
come back.