Intermingle
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Your Buble' favorites wake me gently before sunrise
I make my coffee a little stronger this time, in your pot
I fold your whites stack them neatly next to mine
I share your anecdote and collect the laughs that are rightfully yours
Tiny hairs in my bathroom sink, long blonde hairs in your brush
New bottles in my shower, your scent becomes mine
Fingers weaving a seamless cloth of skin and knuckles
Salty sweat covers my body, it is yours, mine, ours
Your Buble' favorites wake me gently before sunrise
