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i think it's the way you kiss away the dark from even the bluest corners of my soul that's got me beguiled. your cold incisors are a warning shock right before the molten gold of your touch pours in, filling me with a sense of heat not even hell could grant me. i'll kiss away the leaf from your lips in hopes that i too, can be golden ( even if only plated ).
you've got cruel african summers etched into the whites of your eyes and there's no doubt of the ache in my heart every time i see the corners of that lovely mouth curl.
i thought perhaps the sun was smiling, but it was just you.
