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Sometimes when I’m cooking
something I think is pretty yum,
I wonder if you’d like it…
and I imagine you’d be quite impressed.
And then sometimes when I’m home alone
dancing to a song I think you’d like,
I wonder if you’d dance with me…
and I imagine we’d be having fun.
And then sometimes when I’m writing
something that means something to me,
I wonder if you’d read it…
and I imagine you’d feel touched.
And sometimes when I lie in bed all day,
or masturbate to some online porn,
or bite into a block of cheese…
I’m glad you’re not there to see.

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