She plucked the sun rays
One by one
Like rose petals
And though it burnt
She never stopped
-this is what loving you feels like
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Hundred and Fourty One
She plucked the sun rays
One by one
Like rose petals
And though it burnt
She never stopped
-this is what loving you feels like
