You are rum and coke
You are 5 o'clock in the morning
You are bacon and poached eggs
You are my old bedroom,
You are my office.
You are your vibrant, dreaded hair.
You are bottomless mugs of tea.
You are the dance in your shoes,
You are mad and unpredictable.
You are the past and the changes you've made.
You are insistent on being right.
You are the person who sees fun
and potential in the nervous wreck that I am.
You are my partner in crime.
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