It was cold on
our first date. I think I
remember your legs.
We fucked on the floor,
but then when we tried it
in the shower. Nope.
I like jazz,
you like taking photos -
I like you.
I
Remember that time
I carried you down
Oxford Street
II
Your shoes
were hurting your feet, so,
I offered.
It's hard to be a
good guy in a world
of shit.
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