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St. Valentine And Cupid Can Kick Rocks

Valentine's Day is coming up,

or so they tell me.

I never really remember the date


It never mattered to me.

This year I know who I want to spend the day with

This year I know who I’d like buy flowers for

This year I know who I want to call beautiful

and spoil.

I’d love to have rented a cabin in the woods,

Made us dinner,

Drank wine,



Taken a bath together,

And talked

until the stars come out.

And then,

when the moon is alive

and the starlight dances on your skin,

then I’d like to have taken you to bed

and look into your eyes

and do

what people do

on Valentine's Day…


that’s a nice fantasy I have.

I’ll probably still be thinking about it,

as I drink alone,

on Valentine’s Day.


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