my greatest love & saddest sorrow (always has, and never will)
how come i end up where i started?
truths.
forgive me, i did not know what i'd done.
a slow ripening fruit - forced to be sweet- soft
too soon & perfect timing.
making a most luscious momentary pleasure.
(and how else can it really be?)
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