scrabbling

i need an extra n to spell out yr name on wordfeud

i know u like me too by yr nervousness as we walk along the pavement for what seemed like centuries

and a nanosecond

i can feel the quiver in yr voice

as u regale the coolish night air with stories of repressed urges (not yours)

i want desperately to embrace you

but both of us rely on the reliability of love

to extinguish itself when it has run its course

do not swap tiles, u’ll lose yr turn

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