The literal opposite of a venus flytrap
Apart for that quick second
That breath
Those words
A grin-
your grin
Worn as soft
as the twin peaks of your cupids bow
My lips
Anxious and white
Swallowing flies and waiting
For a chance to see your
vermillions separate
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
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