STORYBOOK ENDING

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i taste pieces of my heart on your teeth,

and i think of you in every soul i kiss-
your quagmire eyes and cinnamon skin.

you and your cutthroat cheekbones,
the way your jaw clenched when you spoke-
how i could feel my pulse in my throat.

you exists entirely like a mystery-
a story i can never stop reading,
but uncertain about the ending.

you're the kind of explosive love
that i fell far too deep in
(and spoiler alert),
i didn't survive the landing.

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