A lot of
Good that comes
Out of it
Or us
Sleeping over
While
Trying to
break old
Habits
Trying
To break
From her
Grasp
in the
Morning
Tangled
In sheets
Cold
When I touch
Her
But colder
When I let
Go
So
Under the
Covers
Making eye
Contact
Looking
At her
At her
Most
Vulnerable
With out
As I am with
Her
And
Morning breakfast
Coffee
Patios
Crepes
How
the
French
That she
Speaks
I'll never
Understand
But
I understand
This
that
The door
Will
Always
Be
Open
To the
Thought
of not
Letting
Her in
The next
Night
Tonight
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