and cotton candy taste like bitterness and poison in my veins,
and falling stars deliver bad luck,
just like the ruins of you
How foolish and preposterous.
To admit: I still miss you.
How ludicrous and nonsensical.
To admit: I love you;still and always will.
My heart reeks of your love,
I remember your heart; of respect and trust and hope,
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