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i find it kinda funny how the inuits have fifty words
for snow... yet there is only one word for "love" in English.
Oh yes there's different "love"
Rippled torsos or rippled waves,
both have got me remembering heavy, summery air,
sunshine, and beach days
short and sweet. miss summer.
throw me to the wolves;
but at least wolves are loyal to their own pack.
want some  ice.
All I leave behind is lipstick marks,
and traces of perfume--
but never do I leave my heart
or things for future doom.
The past me, before I settled down. A little Breakfast At Tiffany's esque
The thing is
falling seems to imply
something accidental,
something unexpected--
I didn't fall in love,
I ran head first, with the
intention that this would hurt less
than a brick wall.

It hurt a little more than that.
It's a good kind of hurt?
I.
best friends with unrequited love
and acquaintances with permanent relationships.

II.
this ***** tastes a lot like heartbreak,
but so do your smirking lips.

III.
Old vinyl record players keep me company,
I've never been a fan of cats because I'm allergic.
bad
this is a gentle reminder
that even in the midst of pain and suffering
there are good things too.
needed this a long time ago
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