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walking like i'm tipsy even though it's three thirty and i'm wearing no shoes

and i've had maybe three sips of wine in my life

the hallway lights reflect in the floor tile and in your eyes

it's too bright and i want to be alone with you


smiling's my thing i'll have crow's feet before i'm twenty and

you said something about my laugh but never finished your sentence because

i caught your eye

in a drunken daze

feeling like gravity was something i'd only dreamed about

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