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Plume of a Feather

She looked at me with those wide set of eyes of hers, wondering why I had plucked this feather for her hair, instead of picking a flower for her heart. “Because, my love, you are more than just a beautiful rose in a garden, you are the bird that soars, always wild and free.”

Sour Patch Kisses

With no remorse, you broke every girl who ever tried to love you. Sour. Then, you met her, and gave her everything she ever wanted. Sweet. She left...and now, it is you who craves a warm embrace at night. Gone. Sour. Sweet. Gone.

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