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Sometimes I remember the way you washed
dishes, and most days I would lean in
from behind and kiss your ears.
For the whole year we’ve lived together,
you only did that twice.
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Sometimes I remember the way you washed
dishes, and most days I would lean in
from behind and kiss your ears.
For the whole year we’ve lived together,
you only did that twice.
