My heart's tether
teems with Twix;
fresh and sweet
you fill that fix.
I refuse to miss
the lengthening of your curls,
cooking beans,
couples quarrels.
Break an arm
I'll be your swing.
Tell me again
I'll try to use Bing.
Your shirt as my dress
I'll wait all alone
til clock strikes the hour
For you to come home.
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