YOUR SAINTyou took expired polaroids of me and swirled my cherub irises to the candy hue of the strawberry sunset, rimming your fingers around my cupid's bow and planting butterfly seeds across the bridge of my nose.
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YOUR SAINTyou took expired polaroids of me and swirled my cherub irises to the candy hue of the strawberry sunset, rimming your fingers around my cupid's bow and planting butterfly seeds across the bridge of my nose.