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I sit alone on the flimsy discount foldable chair.
I let myself play with the candle although knowing the repercussions of playing with fire.
I wonder what to write about.
Love no longer haunts my conscious
I no longer have my muse
No one wants to here about a midnight **** binge
Or a short lived unfortunate affection.
I never knew to write simplistically so all of a sudden I’m *******.
Just cause I’m without my muse
All I wanted was a jade dragon
To give to the most beautiful girl in the world
With golden silk for hair and eyes resembling Fine China
To be honest I would give her the world if I could.
I would climb all the mountains in Tibet, to find a flower as beautiful as her
I would go diving in obsedian seas to find pearls to match her porcelain skin.
I’d go all over China to find a dress made of silk to go along with her hair which shines brighter than the sun.
All I wanted was a jade dragon to reciprocate my love
Dear future significant other,
I’m in love with your smile sweeter than Californian strawberries and…
I bet right now we both awkwardly laugh because we’re both sure that Californian Ain't a word.
Your curly brown hair or silky long blonde hair consumes me.
Your monolid or hooded lids make me bat mine.
Your stuffed wallet or… A pretty underfed one sits in the back of neither of our minds cause cupid has already moved in.
Whether we listen to philosophical podcasts on Spotify or let the youtube algorithm do its thing I’ll sink my teeth into each delicate moment.
Perhaps you live in Spain, Japan, The U.K or down the block.
Well, whoever you are...thanks for putting up with me and being…
Really really really good looking.

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