you smell like cigarettes behind me
and I like it
I don't want to turn around
and watch it be ruined
where the desk meets the wall
how can I read whenI can too
drive the broken seam on my sweater further up that divide
getting used to your scent
I'd rather not know you
but keep you ash and april humidity
so much like a boy
I'd like to love
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