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Money given, transaction completed. Deep down all I feel Is defeated. For I had his attention for a mere second But a "mere" second is not recommended. For I desperately desire your entire mind, Because my sad reality Is that you have mine. Walking away frustrated...flustered, why bother flirting If all you were going to offer was mustard? Sitting far enough to steal my glances. Sure to never blow the cover I have planted. watching you smile while making my food, forcing you to do something for me...how shrewd. Ah the first bite a toast, A toast to the idea of love that never existed, expect inside the food that I had insisted. All this yearning Is making my fries taste twisted.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
Cooking On My Heart
Money given, transaction completed. Deep down all I feel Is defeated. For I had his attention for a mere second But a "mere" second is not recommended. For I desperately desire your entire mind, Because my sad reality Is that you have mine. Walking away frustrated...flustered, why bother flirting If all you were going to offer was mustard? Sitting far enough to steal my glances. Sure to never blow the cover I have planted. watching you smile while making my food, forcing you to do something for me...how shrewd. Ah the first bite a toast, A toast to the idea of love that never existed, expect inside the food that I had insisted. All this yearning Is making my fries taste twisted.
Hes moving, and im sad about it.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
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