It started off as though to say:
I love you.

But then I'm learning, and adapting,
And deceiving, and becoming,
And beginning...
...to be bad at it.

What a strange feeling!*

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If love is blind,
Then memories serve
As its blindfolds.

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No is your best...
...yes, yet.

And I...respect that.

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Brea-
Fru- -sts.
      -its
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    M
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I was once...
...a pile...of leaves.

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''And as tomorrows move forward,
yesterdays...are uncertain.'', he said.

''But our love...is yesterday.'', she said.
''It never ends.''*

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Pelvis withdraws.

The tongue...
...wins.

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Poets
Are doting fishermen
Who lets go
Of the fish.

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Finally...
Someone who kisses
For air
And not for water!

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''But beds...
...are not really for the tired.'',
she said.

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Believing Everything...
...is Knowing Lying.

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