I long
for the days when
I was full
with a superfluous,
scarlet love
when I believed
in forever
the way only the
young and
unbroken do
daring to disregard
the passing of time,
daring to flaunt
love like a
shiny, new jewel
the taste of audacity
on my tongue, savoring
the delicious excess
of finding
epiphany in another
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