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Emily Archer Jun 2014
Please don't miss me because we are a firework.
When we mix, it's toxic beauty.
We rain down a show of tender passion.
But the end result is always our own destruction.
Please don't miss me because I'm afraid of heights.
Ellie Geneve Jun 2014
Your love was like a slice of pizza;

delicious, yet temporary.

— The End —