the taste of loving
when blood was a bitter memory
i remember lacking
feeling lost and lonely
i remember rock candy
sugar sweet intentions
which were promptly switched with
salt
feeling lackluster
and the island
i lived on before
i loved her.
which was promptly
replaced by a gutter
i remember the flutter
of heart beats
and angel wings
i felt in my stomach.
which was promptly
switched with the desire
to...
never stop loving her.....
never stop loving her....
never stop loving her...
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