open the heart and put it at 350 degrees.
next, add your special one with a touch of love.
don't worry, love might look kind of nasty then but it'll grow in there.
now let's prepare the side dishes,
pick up some jealousy and chop it up,
add a touch of rumours to make it more spicy
and finally add "i love you."
BANG
it blew up.
better luck next time.
-auror, 2018-06-13
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