Never End With a Preposition
Our sun-worthy glance.
Petals from flowers
Bursting from your mouth,
Slid through the cursive lives we run.
We catch fire randomly,
In bothered sets.
But I'll love your hair forever,
Since my eyes were
born out of yours to begin with.
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