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Sep 2017
I saw someone fall in love again.
Said his heart danced
to a different beats-per-minute than before.
It smelled of pressed jasmine and maturity
compared to cotton candy kisses and butterfly wings.

I asked why does he keep comparing?

He said
The first love's immaturity is a gate
To the next one's finesse.
Written by
Sha  F/Somewhere only I know
(F/Somewhere only I know)   
   Mister J and ---
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