As high as her heels
Son of Dionysus
Red wine soaked thrills
Through a quarter life crisis
She tells me her name
I'll never remember
For flesh, for fame
For love dismembered
Her candy-coated nose
It burns like mine
Petals fall from the rose
Onto her spine
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 8:59 AM UTC
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