You and your tests. I know they're watching, with eyes like checkbooks and mouths of parchment steel. You don't want me to draw on you, you don't want me to bring about a finality we have both avoided - a future where I never hit the mark, where no matter how much we drink the room will never spin like that again, not around us. You and your tests. You want me to be yours but you don't want to tell me. You. I don't wish to do anything other than love, but you make it difficult sometimes.
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