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The repetitive layers of a pasta remind me of how I fall in love
sauce, all too much all at once.
the thick blood coloured liquid,
reminiscent of how I pour myself out in a hurry.
never thinking is it too much or not enough.
pasta,
my sharp square thoughts
always the same when falling for someone,
repetitive in my uniformity,
never straying far from the moulded shape
Cheese,
the strings of my heart,
stretching and relaxing never the same again.
never to return to my first shape.
and yet I find this love fulfills me.
I find no matter how much I dislike this cycle
I cannot escape it.
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