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a poem written and illustrated by Lilith Noah

i find you at the end of every lovesong
the needle scratches the surface.
static, then a song and i, lovedrunk, smile
and ask you to dance,
in the living room, like nobody's watching when we both now
that i will soak every inch of you, tonight
as the streetlamp paints the room in its golden hour light.
you ask me then, in the safety of a summer night,
how i know that this is love.
my mouth is full of butterflies and so is my stomach, still.
because when i'm scared i think of you and when i'm happy i think
of you and when
tears come running down my face i think of you i think that
every time i think i think of you.
and that is how i know,
that's how i know.

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