What happens when
Short walks
Turn into Victorian walks
into small picnics
And then long ones,
what happens next,
one wonders?
And when
People tell you
They're marrying
But not in reality
And three days later
Omg I was just kidding?
Where do you even
Go with that?
What do you do
When short sleepovers
Turn into weeklong trips
To your place
And beyond
And evening hangs
Last all weekend long?
Something's happening
In France
You would hope
It's to do with underpants
(oh so French)
but no, just a trip
to the land of Pareeee
Nothing exciting
One wishes
And oh one projects
It's just
some trip maan
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