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May 2018
she tasted the sun
the golden glow of the afternoon
at the tip of her tongue, swirling, cavorting, inviting, exciting

and he was the night
constantly watching, yearning, whispering words only tricksters or corpses understood.

but he wanted her
oh, he did

a sinful distraction that filled the void in his heart
a bystander was not meant
to interfere with the whales
or empresses
if one refused to receive permanent black eyes

but the girl tasted like the sun
the golden glow of the afternoon
at the tip of his tongue, swirling, cavorting, inviting, exciting

so he let himself succumbed
basically inspired by emsider. enough said.
Diandra Pratama
Written by
Diandra Pratama  29/F/Jakarta
(29/F/Jakarta)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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