The First Day of Her Life

He started the morning: You up early?

She admitted she’d been up all night.

When he questioned her habits, she

didn’t want to admit this was the usual.

What she did admit was she’d just

been through some shit.

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Since he liked to hear about shit,

he asked if she’d share this early

on and she warned him she would just

tell it all to put a cap on her night.

What she learned from it all was the usual…

listen to your gut and your instincts. So, she

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tattooed harmony onto her chest, and she

let out a sight of relief when the shit

he heard wasn’t too much or the usual

response from the rest. She knew early

on that this moment was not the end of her night.

It turned into the beginning of her day, so she just

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kept talking and answering his very just

questions that, to her ongoing relief, she

had never been asked before that night.

What does your gut tell you about me? This shit

was too good to be true. Despite it being early,

her gut told her that she wanted this to be her usual.

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She didn’t expect this to be her new usual,

so she indulged herself enough to just

stir the pot and knew, this early

on, and on this new day, that she

wanted to spend the rest of her life talking shit

everyday with him, all day and all night.

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Little did she know she would be up all night

every night moving forward, her new usual,

dreaming up all the fantasies and shit

she couldn’t admit to just

anyone. It was only with him that she

could admit all of her dreams to, even this early.

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Freud and coincidences were just

the beginning. What he shared with her she

could hardly believe, but it was just too early.