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Not even the gold trophies
sparkle like your hatred
I miss you
you smell better than chemicals and PHDs
you taste better than white coats and science itself
I’d break up with her to have you
Not even the stars can hold a candle
to your light
my purpose drowns in your murky waters
your grip is my lifeline
my visits with death
your midnight romance
I never stopped loving you
You warm my frigid days like sunshine
& sandalwood candles
You hold my sordid parts in the safety of your pockets
You’re the only one I’ve ever really loved
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