if there is a lightning bolt like a sudden jolt the kind you open your eyes wide, shocked by a touch from

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unexpected nuggets like gold flakes strewn amongst gradually withering blooms
transgression the ephemeral skirt of tassels toying with soft skin
i am breathless and breathless with sighs
i don't love you and i always will


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the first is that i don't love you
the next is that i always will
the third would be you are naught to me
the fourth, the fourth, would you stay if i plead?

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i will pretend i did not see your gaze upon me.