I want our story like

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Torbay, remember, holding out for shiny pokémon

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& one last smarting flirt before home. Or daring

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each other to jump into the freshly emptied bins. I laugh

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at just how pick me, please you are & how I could crush

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your fat heart in one teenaged hand. I wish for a weight

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to be added & a weight to be lifted. I wish for our morning-tea

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bench to be whisked up into a hot gust of air with only

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me on it & for nobody to be able to rescue me.

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Look for me in the fountain & find me in the smallest eddy.

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Look for me after class & find me in a maths block dust devil.

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If only I had caught her you’ll say & think fondly of me, nothing

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missing from your ribcage. If only I had held her

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by the ankle I’ll hear, no violence on my body.

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