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Knock

If I showed up at your door

with a single rose and a cupcake,

would you die of embarrassment?

Would you kill me?

Or would you be reborn

in love?

2 replies on “Knock”

If you answered A, the few seconds I would have to sway you would be the riskiest, most exciting, and most important of this century. A few moments to potentially have a glimpse of Heaven is worth risking Hell.

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