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We don't talk everyday...

theres a few things I've missed out on

I havent traced all the lines on your fingers

and the count of all the greys...

I dont know the colour that you like best 

do you know mine

We need to talk everyday


I also dont want to talk everyday

just brush against you every time you pass me

but I do want to fight with you every once in a while

scream, pull the house down... make a mess of all the plans

and then cry myself silly in your arms

I also want to talk to you about the bread we forgot to pick up

as we make love


You can tell me about those colours you like 

when I've forgetten about it in a few years

you can point them out as I sort my laundry from yours

if you dont want to talk 


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