...and
I will
pluck words
from your mouth
put them
on my
tongue
play with
it
in
my
mouth
savor
its
essence
swallow
till
it becomes
small
and
nothing;
my lips
coated
with the sweetness
of your
words
like
coloured
poppins
purple
from
anticipation
yellow
from
surprise
green
from
envy
a
n
d
red
from
admiration
thank you for the poppins.
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8thMay2017
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