
i'm his favorite colour. sometimes i bruise easily, with a hit of basil i become his lover. in disguise i meet him, then take off the covers. otherwise it hurts. you know... the usual dinners and bottles of wine and then we head to bars while he opens tabs he can barely find... or afford. buys out the bar then says he's bored. these drinks weren't only for me you know.... I don't. still searching for some where to cope. no more bars, sit and let your memories soak. our brains emulate sponges, without the soap. we yearn to escape, as i sip my peppermint tea. yearning to reach the absolutely... but remember there is only one you and one me. it's not as hard as you thought, to reach the beauty but as i read and read i begin to see..
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