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Dec 2023
You’re like a version of my favourite person
Warped with colours of the boring mainstream
You drink your oat milk vanilla latte
And punish me with exhaustive details of your youth
My lips curl into a smile on purpose
Only because it will your eyes glow

You reapply some sort of makeup
Only to pretend the bill isn’t due
I gladly oblige with my battered wallet
It’s been four years - you don’t need to be awkward

But that was then
Emotions ripe
Our weary eyes saw warning signs
Each in their own corner
Predicting each others crime  

When light hits the pane
Are you thinking of my name
When you’re dancing in a crowd
Do you wish I was around
When the high hits hard
Do you miss what we had

Would you turn back time
Only to end up here
Just to do it again
Veronika
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