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i wish we were farmers, i wish we knew how
to grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
i wish we were lovers, but its for the best
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
where is the love?
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
who put these bodies between us?
i want to move to maine - be her, with a house full of pelts and nuzzle up with
my furry faced husband for decades upon cold decades. i want my effort to be
meaningfully warm, i want you to be warm.