it is
by definition
one big
grey area.
slurring
blurring
melting together
until it all tastes the same
it's dripping down your fingers
(iwanttolickitoff)
and watching your heart break as yours
slips off the cone and falls to the ground
is enough to make me cry.
you tell me your favourite flavors
and I lie about mine.
you were right, my dear brit.
it's never just ice cream.
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