If you are a taste
You are sweet
And I am sour
If you are a smell
You are a perfume
Whereas I am rotten
If you are a texture
You are smooth
Though I am splintered
If you are a sound
You are music
But I am white noise
Opposites attract
Then I am a magnet
To your perfection
You just dont see
How close
You stand to me
Its too much
You deserve a flower
Than a weed like me
So why?
Do you look at me
With your soft smile
Drawing near
Your lips
Touch mine
Our desires connect
Light-years away
Still drawing closer
If you are half
I am the other
And we can mend each other
Never to be separated again
And spend our lives
Forever intertwined
















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Touch my tea, prepare to die!
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Touch my tea, prepare to die!
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Touch my tea, prepare to die!
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Touch my tea, prepare to die!
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