smell my summer bouquet skin and consume wild blossom mornings with slender evening minutes telling liquid secrets in lacy dark blue showers. Days burn like liquid bombs these showers smell what bruises sound like. the avenue of you leaves glass songs, and teaches my tongue wild summer secrets. Consuming immense mornings from my book of woman is what he does. c
Reason for writing:
crush, or something. i don't remember what made me write that,
but it's old. from last year or something.
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