Updated: Aug 7, 2021

she liked her hair short and liked her hair long

she liked silhouettes that feel like songs

she liked coffee black in chromatic mugs

she liked to hear stories the way others liked drugs

she liked leaving feelings on hers and your lips

she liked choosing and not choosing when to exist

she liked who she was when she’s by the sea

she liked who she is when she’s around me

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