This was not intended to be a poem.
But then it smehow became one.
Why yes I am a poet even when I'm just talking normally.
Bad a**
See you tomorrow.
Good night.
I love you.
Sweet Dreams.
Wish I was there to kiss you awake.
maybe next time.
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