~poppies~

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Lady bug kisses
Fragile bruises
The kind of paradise
That grows poppies
In your war-like mind
The kind of love
That strangle us like chains
Yet they resemble
Silk ribbons
As the lingering poppies get to our head
And make us dreary
I'll be your descending
Golden hour crush

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