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i want to fall in love
i want my hands to
always smell of burnt
peanut butter toast

i want you to notice
i want to live in a
place where i can have
my own washing machine

i want to go outside
in the cold without
my nose going red

i want to breathe you
into my lungs
instead of mild tobacco

i want somewhere other
than the salsa i just
bought to stub out
said cigarette

but fuck i guess its
just salsa and its too
salty unless you make
it yourself so id
sacrifice it all
communal laundries and
somewhere to dip my doritos
if i could just have you

we could make so much
babies and salsa