I saw a woman on the bus,
who,
from behind,
was a very tempting twin of yours,
and as I tripped into the seat behind her,
which suddenly became lava,
I could think of nothing
but the way
you try to trick me into toast,
every morning,
by approaching the bed,
adorable in an apron,
ambushing me,
while I am too tired to resist.
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