goes the corn
when you first called a date

thick messy ketchup
hands trembling too much

shy glances my way
askance if I’ll say yes

scent trapped in a bottle
reminds you of me,you say

your essence, wrapped around me
dizzy,I spin and fall

we are
right before we get lost in the fireworks


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