may : 25th.
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your hallucinogenic stare
burns my sugar coated skin ─
feathery touch fondling my lips ;
sweetheart, you're angelic!
you taste like vanilla ─
and luxury ;
honey - words dripping from your
mouth like its grandiosity.
the floodgates to my heart
have been bared,
but you're not the moth that
catches the flame ─
you're the monarch butterfly.
── wings.
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a/n : this is my personal favorite. XD
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paracosm | ✓
Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
