Back Then,
When we were invincible.
In a tiny cabin,
When the shit was asleep.
You held me, you felt me, it was perfect.
Secluded and lonely,
It turned personal with that wine.
From gotts.
A seceret that everyone knew.
Back when you still thought I was beautiful,
When I was still funny. When there were still body parts to be explored.
You were new. You were maybe. You were an option.
It was footsie.
It was funny.
It was friendly.
It was that wink you gave me as I walked by.
A secret well kept.
not a secret anymore.
And I’ve started to miss you. And I think you miss me.
I think We miss Us.
Back then.
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