But, I love you.

[melodily]

There, my finished prose!

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But, I love you.

But, I love you.

It’s always the “but” that’s the problem. But, I love you, in spite of all the burn marks you made, welt by ugly welt, lighted cigarette stub carving out invisible words on my skin. I hide the marks from you under slightly damp jacket sleeve and sunglasses which over half my face with

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[mandity]

YOU AND YOUR CHEEMOLOGY!
):

One sentence can beat you to it!
Love is intangible, very. ):

[melodily]

NO LOR HOW CAN ONE SENTENCE BEAT ME TO IT! HAHA. love lifts us up where we belong! where eagles fly on the mountain highhhhh [oops]

okay lor love is intangible! BUT I STILL LIKE MY PROSE BETTER THAN YOUR SENTENCE :D