my blood
my cheeks
roses
and their thorns
when i grasp them
with a closed fist.
my eyes
after i've cried
my heart
even when it's broken
my lips
when i bite them
my cherry
sucker.
your tongue
when you take it from me
and smile
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
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