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#citrine
Daylight dims with the poet taking her walk in the misty gardens, as if it was a place for fairies with it’s noir grapes and and vine leaves, she wore a crimson dress as her lover came before her under the gleam of white moonlight, his wide, citrine eyes tender with the autumn sun, he smiled as his fangs glinted by the clear rivers, before the time of his leave came with the morning rise, passionately they beheld each other in their untainted, forbidden love
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
Forbidden Love
vi. my catharsis, my beacon in the dark when i walk with you all my worries are meaningless no longer lost no more aimless wandering i know what i want to reach, i'm very sure of what i'd like to keep you felt so much like home, maybe you will always be the home where i can feel ugly, yet have never felt so safe
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Citrine
v. what i feel about you is not divine; no more than heat, sparks, or skin to skin contact. what i feel about you is pink, is flesh, is the blood rush -- just some girl stuffs.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Citrine
iv. i've seen the sky & it isn't blue i've touched the sun & it doesn't burn i've tried to taste the space, all those planets and stars but the night falls upon your lap asleep to your thighs that are lullabies
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
Citrine
iii. it doesn't matter how i wear my body anymore. if i can't give you a pleasant sight, i can also eat your eyes out for you.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
Citrine
ii. smooth thing, you have thighs seem sweet and chewy, no bake. please sit on my face.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Citrine
i. you wore a summer high school shirt, with your arm poured at my skin like milk; back then cereals were all i could long for. i hoped for some electricity, but the night was too strong to be lit; mildly frustrated light turned into heat. darkness had become a nice home, where all the weirdness collided like cotton candy and a starstruck heart. you spoke, as the sky fell, with your lips swollen like honey; that was the time i found moonlight.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
Citrine