miss u

                                                        you

                                                     you are

                                                  you are the

                                           you are the macaroni

                                        you are the macaroni to

                                      you are the macaroni to my

                                 you are the macaroni to my cheese

                             and if that doesn’t make sense, leave it,

               i’ll be happy with you long after metaphors deteriorate

Posted in response to the challenge Build.

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OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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