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That night,
Is a flash
Of skin on skin
A build up and release
Promises we couldn’t keep
A miniature vacation for the mind
Utopias at the time
We had lots of those
They’re the reason
I could never let you
Go
I clenched onto them
I held them daintily in my hands
Like a delicate egg
Confectionery, with a sugar shell
Peculiar, yet beautiful
Take a look inside
It’s destined to crack and decay
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