Desperation

my torment is one of clouds and flowers freckles upon sun-kissed oranges like roses through honey & vivid eyes like the abstraction of Renaissance pieces oh butterfly how you make my heart melt chocolate brownie wonders with giggles on top your effervescence brighter than a summer's day entrapping my purity within your oppressive interior our silences are filled with images of my creation a cornucopia of passion for even the loneliest of wordsmiths I leap into our pool of nostalgia for old time's sake only to find your words transform into serpents. whirlwinds of emotion now whispered into the ears of another burning adorations into scarred remains

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ladymadonna

15 / Cis / NYC

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