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Cupcake Dreams

moonbeams and cupcake dreams. 
sugar highs into the night. 
we’re whispering nothings, 
how our lives could be. 

knowing the truth, 
looking into your eyes 
you are the moonlight 
in my darkest of nights. 

so, love, break my heart 
into a thousand pieces 
because all of my insides 
are craving your sweet creamy filling.

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