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  • you called. you kept calling.
    "what am I going to do for the party tonight?"
    not sure what to say, knowing you were new in the city
    I said, "just come by we'll figure it out"
    a few fake tattoos and some accessories later,
    you became Amy Winehouse and I,
    una luchadora lost in Germany - looking for a fight.
    a few wrestling matches and drinks later...
    after picking up strangers and fake flirting with some men...
    we walked home. and on that corner, you looked into me and said,
    "I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks"
    "do it then."
    and I let you, and you let me.
    and we let each other,
    for the rest of the night.
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