we could do this 
 a lot
 you go to work
 i sleep with no underwear on
 but a shirt and bra
 for whatever reason
 wake up and drink flat hot soda
 read Bukowski and masturbate
 in your bed
 i think about cooking you food
 but you hate your apartment
 theres no food here to cook
 you come home at 7
 i’m waiting for you
 same as you left me
 we fool around 
 then decide to eat dinner
 go drink in the park
 talk about our past
 why were fucked up
 sometimes what to do about it
 i love you in the strangest way sometimes

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