Every time I burn an incense, I think of you. Sometimes I cry for a bit. One tear for each of our memories together. One tear for each time you hurt me. Do you remember when I burned an incense with you? It's been 6 months now. I want to do it again. Would you let me?
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i love you! no that's too soon, you met this girl this afternoon
Poetryi love you! no that's too soon, you met this girl this afternoon