i
had
your
lips
pressed
against
mine
yesterday
under
the
scorching
heat
of
the
sun
amidst
our
sweet
yearning
to
unravel
each
other's
mysteries.
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and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
i should have been a pair of ragged claws.
i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
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