who kissed my scars,
and wiped smudged mascara away from my face.
he held me tight on escalators in case i fall,
gave me his lemons from his ice lemon tea
and walked me home.
yesterday we talked about our past
in a park near his house,
about the stupid, crazy love we both had.
today we talked about growing old together,
about the food we'd eat & the place we'd live in.
in oceans there are different depth
and some love we find are greater than others.
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