CHAPTER 6.

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love me while it's summer.






EYES  FULL  OF  LOVE , BUT  POISON  FILLS  THEIR  LUNGS 」


/ their brains are made of honey
combs mixed with saccharine
melodies sung by fallen cherubs,
their bodies are entangled with
honeysuckles and wildflowers.
whispering lovely sonnets in her
ear, his cherry bruised lips brushing against her oil painted
collar bones. her skin tasted like
peach, her mind filled with static.
she lay there, with warmth in her
lover's arms.









NOTE ;

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