On Olives and Sake

For,
The once in a life time that happened twice,
The butterfly that never leaves my forehead when I sleep,
The blistering taste of sipping my morning nescafe from my blue “Love is…” mug,
The unconcious feeling of shivering when she touches my skin, ever so softly,
The point where it all started, The reason why it all started,

For that 5 that never left my veins,

I give, 8 words, of…

Love,
Years,
||,
Eternity,
Dambo,
A Star,
A Tree,
And a lot, a lot of Christmas Gifts.

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