Lemon soufflé and rose water pooling on décolleté decadence…. Slippery fingertips on the edge of my hungry skin I swear you feel like new life. Raindrops grazing barren grass blade Sunshine at midnight... You are promise unfulfilled. Lies whispering in unanimity with psalm Butterflies tiptoeing over searing embers… Disdain drenched love notes, listless freedom songs. My hands are callusing, and cruse empty. There is nothing so perverse as Pieces of perfection, beauty diluted, or promises forgotten.
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