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and we've been running up the same hill just to taste it
bittersweet
caught a feeling
don't you waste it
even so, if he goes, you
fawn, forget it
ghosts don't go; they only flow
host a banquet
indiscreet
justice waits
kill with kindness
last we met, don't forget
mistress of secrets
now you know
out she goes
pray for forgiveness
quiet place
riot
space
tastes forbidden
unkempt hair swept your way
very private
wishful thoughts your
xanthous locks
young and tasteless; hunger pangs, feast for days, 'til we're
zaftig
About the Creator
Cali Loria
Over punctuating, under delivering.
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