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warm amoebas and the sound of your jazzy voice

set me afloat, and i feel more orgasmic

through my ears

than i usually do in other places.

so slippery sweet, the smiles upon our faces and our

little dancing feet.

my smile is bigger than my face

my spirit expands to the walls

i like twisting your elbow because

i still like you and

i will probably always like you

and i think a tiny part of you still likes me

because you loved making me laugh and

letting me hang on your elbow

and we secretly make eye contact

like wounded deer alone in the woods.

but let's not think about that, it would

ruin our friendship

(but not really since i don't see you around much anymore.)

this poem is really bad.

but

i am really happy right now and

acting drunk when i'm not.