A lily white secret dotted with lace
With a frill
My muzzle detects notes of honey butter almonds
Fingers slick with LCL
Cover whimpers from my traitorous lips
Adria, never will I look you in the face again.
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Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoetryA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
