Epistle

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honey, do you know?
you're sending butterflies into my core.
are we friends or do you want more?
i hope you know...
you are the one that i adore,
i can't take my eyes of you anymore.

there's some days that we are having talks and tea,
but some days i'm like the air you breathe,
you don't see me.
what do you think are we?

you are amusing,
but your actions are confusing.
those mixed signals you're sending,
are so... distressing.

the same way a thriller story plot,
your leaving my mind a spot,
just tell me you want me or not?
so that these delusions could stop.

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