I've had blue nails since I met you.
And if I hadn't had been there, and wanted to.
The night that it was,
And your quick conversation.
Your staggered wit and measured steps.
I watched you light your cigarette and rub your knee.
Watched your knuckles slide over and around the side of the bench you held up.
I heard myself laugh
And I knew
That I loved, the this stuff
These things, of us.
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