the smell of his sweat
after eating ginger
young n lean, i fell hard
nothing wrong he said
are you saying you're a real female ?
just giving love
Fox is a master of black magic they said
n i was hooked for 10 years
n a part of me still is
still holds a mystery
i still carry a small backpack
ready to bolt
the crisp snow
falling on the leaves
the stillness so romantic
n this is romance
not the chocolates and flowers
just eating a piece of snow
chilled to the bone
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