With us, for us

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Each of them,
every evening
ended superbly
choreographed.

The first time
was expected,
the pull even
demanded it.
The second time,
late that night,
first time
you slept over.

The next time
the next party
we always ended
exhultantly.
The night we
returned from
the doctor’s,
turning a corner.

Every other
Saturday night
Amidst friends’ arms
and drunken catcalls.
Just before
valentine’s,
just for my
birthday.

One began
where the
other one
ended.
Memories
heck, even
people…
it’s all the same

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