I wanna go with him
To the planetarium of R18
Watching fake constellations
projected to the dome
Gigling awkwardly on how weird
Love story of the Greek
I wanna go with him
To the book-and-bed
To sniff on paperbacks
Finding treasures on the rack
And perhaps a lil nap
What about ice cream
On our way home?
The one with warabi toppings
On a waffle cone.
We don't even have to hold hands
Just a bow to eachother at the end
And promise of more conversation
Next time we meet again.
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