On bikes.
We road through the rain today.
Past flowers and little boys.
She said "Bula is how they greet people here."
It also means LIFE.
She also told me her journal,
it was just all love letters.
I said me too.
But what I meant,
Was waking up in all those boys beds.
Because I think that's what love is.
Head on chests.
Kisses on the forehead.
And smiling at them in the morning.
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