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[doyoulovecoffee]

I like the ice in my sink
how it wears our kisses tannins
your stumbling signatures
how you wear snow,
when it can be said this snow has died
how your dotted lines
are so feral and fallow
sign your name and throw up your arms
like wind over mountains
wearing the pikes
so as to gesture the height
we're tired, we're tired, I'm ready
you're the countess,
I'm the tower.