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the way to a man's heart is food they say
searing, frying, sauteeing
wiping sweat off my forehead
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy
I hope he likes it
the doorbell rings
the door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands
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look up
look up
the sky is falling
pieces descending from high above
the canvas that once held breathtaking scenes
the sky is falling
never thought the day would come when I would see clouds so up close
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lost in the waves
the divine tranquillity of the vast ocean
the sounds of the waves, crashing into one another
it's peaceful, it soothes the racing thoughts in my mind
it stops time for a split second