Non-Sonnet for Telling You EverythingBetsy Wheeler
Like how high banjo trills make me go electric. Like how charity. Like how gold. Like Iâ€™d like to take you in & feed you a little sweet milk. Like youâ€™d mind, but Iâ€™m, like, so tired of honesty like California fault lines. Like how this is the big moment. The time of it. And Iâ€™m ready now for the next time. Like how cuteness rules the dating quadrants. Like how sexy. Like when I say you look good in white linen I mean sheets. Like Iâ€™d like to rob your booty bank. Like how Iâ€™d take my winnings to the grave.
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