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i just really hate the term puppy love. makes me sound like i'm way over my head simply caught up with the clouds high above and not gonna stop myself till i'm dead rather, it's a cherry blossom romance beautiful, brilliant and illuminating sweet and pleasant, putting me into trances a fire in me so strongly burning. i hate the word crush with burning passion makes this love feel fragile and soft-boiled i know myself well, there's no confusion at that point in time, my heart's fully-booked let's call it a sakura rendezvous: where raw, feral love comes into full bloom. burning bright, though eventually withering: 'twas an embodiment of maturity.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
cherry blossom romance
i just really hate the term puppy love. makes me sound like i'm way over my head simply caught up with the clouds high above and not gonna stop myself till i'm dead rather, it's a cherry blossom romance beautiful, brilliant and illuminating sweet and pleasant, putting me into trances a fire in me so strongly burning. i hate the word crush with burning passion makes this love feel fragile and soft-boiled i know myself well, there's no confusion at that point in time, my heart's fully-booked let's call it a sakura rendezvous: where raw, feral love comes into full bloom. burning bright, though eventually withering: 'twas an embodiment of maturity.
for a friend...along with my thoughts. enjoy
xuanlephant
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
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