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As much as i enjoy being a hermit,
i wouldn't mind it if maybe -
just once
you wouldn't mind coming over to my
place
for a quick drink
or even a joint or two.
I tried luring you in with the promise of
sex,
but that just got a laugh.
Sadly, I wasn't entirely joking
but i made you think i was.
Didn't i?
In the darkness of
this room;
lit only by the computer screen, i think of
you
and wonder, is it really worth it?
is it really worth the hassle of
trying,
when i could be making snowmen
with carrot noses, floppy hats, and pennies
where their eyes are supposed to be?
If you would come over, you could make one
too
it could be named Mr. Crawford,
or you could even name it Steve.
Both would be fine with me,
so long as i get to be the one to knock it
over
when we're done.
then everything will be like before,
you can go back to your apartment,
snow crunching beneath your feet -crunch,
crunch-.
and i can sit alone again,
sipping my cocoa
dreaming about another snowy night.
and a chance to see you again.
~*r*~
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