WE'RE NOT FRIENDS YET
In case I need help,
are your hands free?
Hugs on bicycles, per-
mission: dance.
Is it swanky to ask
for your pocket too
soon? Terrific low
stakes hello whores.
We wanted smores.
There's no then what.
Chrome and milk chase
home the snowplows.
You didn't see that
coming, nor me as
well: now we're sure
friends. In concert.
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