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I wonder if you know
who you’re kissing
in the morning with your eyes closed,
softly.
And I wish you’d kissed me
outside in the bright sunshine
with eyes wide open,
even as the sun blinds you,
but you’d know what you were
getting into.
And it pisses me off a little
when you steal my blanket
and fall asleep
on the couch that’s a big enough
for the both of us,
even though we don’t cuddle
out in the open like that.
And then you wake up,
give me a squinty smile;
you have no idea
that I’m frustrated
and how much I miss you
when you don’t
wrap your arms around me.

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