he swoops in,
lifts me like a weightless chinese princess
whose feet are too ruined and beautiful to grace the floor.
he carries me,
up and out the door.
I'm growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
But with such a high standard of living. more..
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