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𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁

Writer: ridarida

Updated: Nov 8, 2023

bloody red skies of passion bloomed in me,

showering my insides in rich black wine;

soaked was my breath with life.

the sun seared his lips upon my back,

making warm honey collect down in my stomach.


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Rajeshwari M
Rajeshwari M
Mar 21, 2022

i love

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Unknown member
Sep 27, 2021

This have my heart

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