Poem: Love Song
we make mixtapes for each other in the things we say,
our conversations jumping about, changing stations - a bit of static, here
and there.
we make memories that last only seconds
when we laugh together.
we’ll never look back on those moments,
we’ll only look forward to more.
we make sense
in this crazy fucking world.
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