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I didn't realize you taste like cinnamon until I read the word in a poem. Then I realized you taste like cinnamon. Your hair, your eyes, your neck. All cinnamon. Oh my sweet girl, and spicy, how I miss you. |
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Saw a love poem by somebody else which described their love as having cinnamon eyes (Adianoeta on deviant art).