Together we are like liquid.................
I relish every second we’ve committed..........
My best moments revolve around us
Everyone thinks we’re gross on the bus
We are kind of shmoopy, I suppose..
It gets pretty exhausting to stay in such a pose
That could have been solved with forethought
Hecklers are becoming too common a plot
Yuck, they say. Stop, they say. Even boo.
Ouch. That hurts. I’m human too.......
Ugh. This love poem ended differently than I predicted.
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