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And then life double-bitch-slapped me.

The boy who knew too much, the girl who's tired of waiting, finally met.

There's a musky scent in the air, some clouds skyward.
Strange meeting, indeed.
A few unappreciable drops fell, but the boy who knew, knew.
The girl pushed and they both began walk, even though they weren't going anywhere.

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There's that musky scent again, the boy met a guy this time. 
Deep in the dark, deep in the halo and the nigt.
He smells like beach at the heating sun, got the looks, got the scent.

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The day after with the jingling bells the kid meets the earth at the mid-day sun, though it looks quite down. That scent again!
Open hazel eyes, staring, interested, quite good.

But the boy who knews to much don't know how to properly say goodbye, he is cold and leaves bittersweet.


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He leaves, charming, bewitching, bittersweet, he smiles. He may have forgotten how to socialize. 

He, how knew too much, doesn't know anything but stupid intellective stuff.


Well i'm satisfied: life double-bitch-slapped me and i can't but just be thankfull.