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Special

 

You are

is still a

haunt and

hard tug,

a bit of

magic,

even after all the

broken panes,

scent of

passion fruit,

taste of

promise and

potential,

compass steering

south.

To find

such a thing

is a marvel,

once-in-a-

lifetime.

But love

is love,

which is

why I’ve

built a wall

in my throat,

holding back

this pen,

trying to

be as strong

as you need

me to be.