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playing house

can we pretend
just for a moment
that you’re pregnant
and we had to drop out

we could get an apartment
we could get a job
we could get high
we could get drunk

we could be free
and bound financially
but i would hold your hand
across our separate beds
as I kept your secret

and over dinner
we can talk about
the girls that we think
are the prettiest

perhaps we could get
in a minor car crash
or you could fall down
the stairs
and pretend you had a
miscarriage
and it would all be good

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