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you were the bitter
taste of every
reoccurring dream
we could talk
all night
about the
ever-changing universe
and yet laugh about
nothing all at the same
time
if only,
I could
teach my
heart to love
you like a friend
she is an old soul
not defined by her age
but by her wisdom.
my words
spill out
and somehow
i am still
writing
about you
I couldn’t
taste the
sweetness
of us anymore
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