You
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sweet nothings
like candy.
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Strategic path
down
memory lane
All for a distant
one
night
stand.

Hands graze, nails dig into what?
A lovers muddled kiss
barely old enough to know it could never be like this.

Contemplating for a confirmation
for a misjudged;
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riddle
Yet we speak...