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Dec 2018
yung lil mama, a beating heart
rich and slow love,
wealth i've never seen in green
but only felt, tasted on the tongue
as i said "i love you" again.

the only fallacy in those syllables
is the idea that it must be
saved up for a special someone;
what if everyone is
a someone who is special to me?

and what if i can love you
& still know we aren't lasting
much longer than the lingering
perfume of pomegranates in sunlight;

we were rich and *****,
you were the golden sun corazΓ³n
but every sunset is fleeting i fear
& you'll be in my heart, not my hands tonight.
02 dec | 1:50am
Written by
mariamme  19/hsv, al
(19/hsv, al)   
       ---, --- and Jamadhi Verse
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