An ice cream
Sweet to taste
Pity to waste
But above all
The taste of your lips lingers more
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Purple Hyacinth
Poesia[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
Sugar
An ice cream
Sweet to taste
Pity to waste
But above all
The taste of your lips lingers more
