will it be true that you love me?
If I hold on
will it be true that you don't?
All meaning like a cigarette wilts
when you meet the One
everything you thought
was spicy
is bland
yet
slowly beautiful
all this humility
the true one
comes from
stabbing at the ego
with a lot of love
salt and sugar
are not love
Your Beloved
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