
Under your living lips: a miracle of creation, Red, as fierce desire I take my lyrical roots and erect an empire of tasty words flowing freely from my nectar. Under your talking eyes: the mirror to existence, A path leading to enlightenment; White, as untapped innocence I plant my words, fertilized by hope. Seeking […]
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