He would always wear cherry chapstick
No wonder his lips tasted so sweet
To this day just the scent of it brings me back
I'd feel loved, no longer lonely
Yet just like history
My memories go chronologically
The feeling of love turns into desperation
Insecurity
I wasn't the only one tasting the sweet cherry chapstick
Then my reminiscing ceases
I take out my chapstick, sigh
Smile
Oh, thank you strawberry
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