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Late Night Talking

Beautiful, he expects.

Irresistible, he expects.

It’s irresponsible for him to appear,

and yet,

he does.

I’m done.

He jokes that I haven’t spent a random thought,

thinking of him,

he pretends to be shy,

when he says that I am still exciting,

describing how his body races,

when I am cute,

and nerdy belligerent,

and he just thought…

You know what?

It was nothing,

just annoying,

late night talking,

that I’m too tired to hear.

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