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you're not his only one, you're one of the others. as like as chalk and cheese, he's your only one, no one else but him. be that as it many, you've always been there, that's why he would run to you. still and all, you're the dopy one for the reason—that you love him. should i cease to hang it up with you? because i'm at the end of my rope for being your flame.

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

latella— i'm hooked on it. ta! ta muchly!

he's hers, step back, sa. 

how could she possibly ever love you better than i do? tell me you don't love her

she's better than you.

i love him so much so i let him love the girl he wants.

blue adores grey so much. blue has thought; if grey and blue would be a impeccable match and be able to bowl up the universe by the two's intimacy— if the two become one.
          
          nonetheless, blue can't even dip into grey- grey is too dazing for blue. grey is always in its serene part- in the midway between black and white, never been one of it.
          
          grey is no longer in its serene part, grey has chosen to be black and doesn't want to be a part of the other's dream color. ultimately, blue has to throw the ideas away and begin to despise grey.

i can't apologize enough for making you feel that way. i thought you were fine when i could be only all ears. i tried to learn to be the poet, but you no longer into the poem. and now, you're someone's art.

have you ever felt that you always the poet and never the poem? if you've felt that, don't let it get you down. keep your chin up. you're the poet, needless to say, you can make and be your own poem.