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Writer: ridarida

Updated: Sep 16, 2022

the sky finally melts into a bashful puddle of strawberries and liquor as the hot glob of golden liquid prepares

to slide down the horizon.

i imagine sugar grains for stars and pools of black wine for the sky. rich and strong.

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