a sweet candy in between my teeth, crushed into sharp sourness on my tongue as i watch you speak of him with a glimmer in your eye.
- i liked him first.
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efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
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a sweet candy in between my teeth, crushed into sharp sourness on my tongue as i watch you speak of him with a glimmer in your eye.
- i liked him first.
