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Writing letters to no one.
Writing letters to friends.
Writing letters to lover.
Who left in the end.
Synthetic feelings and strawberry smoothies.
I won't tell you the answer.

Everything all at once is quite possibly nothing

Maybe everything is glass.
Oh, to be desired.
Yet, we all have our give and take.
I’ve told you time and time again,
But you like hearing those words linger on my lips
And hesitate around your ears.
So, I’ll tell you once more.
Wouldn’t it be nice,
To make something beautiful out of words.
To let every lick drip from your lips.
Thick, like paint on a canvas.
Let the tide take me.
I want to watch the world slip away
And become a fantasy
I wouldn’t mind to forget.
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