sour fruit saladA Poem by winter;lyra
lemon shower
undress my skin blink my being into blissed to kissed through orange field, leashed all but truth the uninvited apple slice like it knows what it does like it knows what you look for prune outside holidays the sweeter chase for grapefruit and other things is not so yours all spoiled © 2018 winter;lyra |
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Added on April 10, 2018 Last Updated on April 10, 2018 Author
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