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I

I once wrote a poem on my forearm because I didn't have any paper and I wanted to secure these fleeting thoughts which were mostly flowery words with only slight rhythm and a bit of alliteration: a sweet sinewy symphonic little litanizing liturgy

You remind me of that poem. At first so strong on my emotions that I'd do anything ere it disappear. Only to be washed away and remain as a fond memory of something beautiful I once had, the tarnish of time revealing its true nature


II

You're in my head with your tsundere way
But your lips renounce everything you say,
They taste like peppermint candy