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Published: Aug 1, 2014

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i. i want it to sound like memories: lips that taste like sun-ripened strawberries, love not cheap , nor rich , but fragile and passionate , a deafening crescendo of dazzling desires and unquenchable fantasies . i. i want it to feel like true friendship: not bondage , not sin ; beautiful ecstasy and the beginning is uneasy ; awkward sadnesses , secrets in the veil of truth and sand crushing Time's walls until we can talk without the moon blushing and stars' jealousy , for you , my love , are heaven-sent .

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i still don't believe in love in first sight . and i've stopped writing because i want/need attention . don't try to understand , you won't . i'd never experienced death before .

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