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working poem
i am here
here being work, with
nine days to go
seven days until i see you
after a month of god awful
not seeing you
you promise to take me to dinner
(you owe me the wawbeek)
but i just want to see you
and hold you for forever
if that was possible
it's not, but the thought
at work/away from you
allows the day pass
that and the thoughts
of your legs possibly
rubbing against mine
in a sloppy, dirty money
take down
