"You are in love what does love look like?"
Love is a cup of tea, sweetened by the nectar of flowers
Love is saying I don't love you
It is melted ice cream on a sunny day
a hot, cold
sweet, sticky
dripping
mess
It is the light and shadows from the blinds
It is the stories inside dried up tea bags
It is pure, naked and controversial
It fades away
or blooms
But who knows?
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