Embellish in the retelling, you’ve heard it
all before in your nightmares. Seasoning
the story with white lies and full lies to
bring the love story blooming out in
false flavor. Damn that’s delicious.
Kiss the chef for me. Kiss em twice and
run for the hills, silently relieved to
feel the sun on your skin for the first time
in relived memory.
Can’t blame you. The sun was covered,
hidden in the moon or in photos. How can
you sell something you’ve never seen before?
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