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i love the daytime

because of you

i love how i can be with you

as the sun shines down upon us

i love how i can feel the rays of warmth

as your touch melts me

but when night comes

i lose you

your laugh is carried away

by the harsh, dark winds

your smile is swallowed up

in the black whirlpool

your voice is buried deep

under the swirling galaxies

and the only thing i have left of you

is the mere memory of your happiness


note: im not sure whether to tell you guys this is a poem about pancakes that i wrote when i was very emotional or that it's about a severe crush i once had 

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