Port Fog
Monday, July 4, 2016
Tequila
You weren't my first hello,
But I'd love you
To be my last goodbye-
As I take fate
Into my own hands
Holding your body dear,
Whispering sweet nothings
Until I'm all that you are,
And you are all
You ever wanted to be.
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