Words as smooth as honey on spoon
do not make full sense
unless they are said quietly
by the one you love
in the backdrop of a full moon night
while tracing with a finger
the curve of your cheek.
I see the world through a kaleidoscope, shattered with a piece of me in every prismatic shard
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