K.Y. Robinson

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unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes

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you rupturedthe love lakes of my longingand scattered the continents of my heart

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i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart