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I saw her in the rightest way: looking like Anne Hathaway, laughing as she hit her pen and coughed.

And then she came up to my knees. Begging, ”baby, would you please do the things you said you’d do to me?”

Oh, won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, will you tell me, what’s my flavor? I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you’re my savior. My mom said that she’s worried but I’m covered in this favor.

And when we’re getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong. I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait too long.

And we can run away to the walls inside your house. I can be the cat and baby, you can be the mouse. And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about.

“We can go forever until you wanna sit it out.” I whisper, brushing my hand down the side of your face.