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I didn't even ask him what kind of music he digs, for his voice alone is my new favorite record. I didn't bother finding out his kind of taste in music, for my newfound orchestra comes from his lips. I didn't even ask him what kind of films he watch, for even reality feels like a movie when he came from the side door, that's a film I've never seen before. The ****** is when I was falling and he was there, ever ready, waiting and willing to catch me. I didn't even find out what kind of books he reads, for his way with words is already a novel of poetry. I didn't even dare ask him what he thinks of the bible, for his articles and greetings alone are my homily. I didn't even find out if our taste in music, cinema and literature matches and if I should go otherwise. You only do that in shallow, short-lived connections. I didn't even bother finding out if our taste in things aligns, for he already spiced up my underseasoned life.
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Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 6:27 AM UTC
Taste
I didn't even ask him what kind of music he digs, for his voice alone is my new favorite record. I didn't bother finding out his kind of taste in music, for my newfound orchestra comes from his lips. I didn't even ask him what kind of films he watch, for even reality feels like a movie when he came from the side door, that's a film I've never seen before. The ****** is when I was falling and he was there, ever ready, waiting and willing to catch me. I didn't even find out what kind of books he reads, for his way with words is already a novel of poetry. I didn't even dare ask him what he thinks of the bible, for his articles and greetings alone are my homily. I didn't even find out if our taste in music, cinema and literature matches and if I should go otherwise. You only do that in shallow, short-lived connections. I didn't even bother finding out if our taste in things aligns, for he already spiced up my underseasoned life.
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Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 6:27 AM UTC
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