~Sixty~

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Dear you know who,
And no.
It's not you.

You are perfect too,
don't go thinking that's not true.
Oh but him?

He's something else, something new...
Something painfully sweet
and something full of much truth. 

He is an addicting poison,
a smoke that ceases to fade,
and I would gladly drown,
so long as he's safe. 

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