|1||This Year For Valentine's|
|This Year For Valentine's|
| i want hugs, drinking bird kissies|
the knowledge that you panic too
at the thought of the end of us.
'put on your dancing shoes,
i got gasoline for two.'
and i still want a toxic-orange house bus.
but you live sideways
inside a crack
at the bottom of a canyon.
and you keep your . . .
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