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Some          times
I    want    to    kiss    you
as   much   as   I   want   to   knock
your        teeth        out,
darling.
Supposed to be in the shape of lips. Whatever.
You infuriating intoxication.
Your mystifying
silence screams
louder than anything
and everything else.
Talk to me.
I know you're busy,
but my mind is all you.
You’re the meteor shower I stay awake all night for.
my love you are made of so many stars
Dressed in black,
I came to witness,
Every tear that fell,
All the bouquets they sent,
Photographs of old memories,
The twilight in the room,
Carefully chosen conversations,
The heading on the tombstone,
I am sorry for your loss,
I'm sorry it was me.
Are we a couple?
No.
Do we act like one?
Yes.
Does it hurt?
That depends on which one of us you ask.
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