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Jan 2015
You were like mozzarella sticks to me
I always wanted more than I could get
(You were so good, how could I resist?)
But when the main course came
I realized that I just had enough
A metaphor. Up to you to give meaning to it.

I guess to me mozzarella sticks was love and I always demanded more love from you although I never really got it. And the main course is kind of like all the other love in the world. maybe the universe only gave me a fraction of your love, to make space for all the love i would receive in the future. I'm sorry I know it's weird.
Gwen Pimentel
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