{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: pelle e vino, il tipo migliore

his art splashes and dashes color to her skin;

the paint glides in her navel and blends on 

with the matte black of her sins.

he had told her the year of the wine and dined her

with diamonds as teeth and aureate eyes

and she was trapped 

between his legs as he tasted 

the lucid shades of her skin

and kissed her mother's lessons away.

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translation: a potato flew around my room before you came...jk