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And I like talking about
flowers and sweet tea and
all the things you say remind you of me
but what about the real things?
The thoughts that make you buckle and cry
the words that bring a twitch to your eye
and clench your fist held at your side?


Let's talk about what's real
and maybe
when we lie together at night
touching each other's chests
we will feel what's real too.

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