The mirror was the canvas
and your heavy breaths
and finger prints
became the art.
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Of Citrus, Honey, and Melancholy ● Poetry ●
Poetry❝Part into me like an orange and make me spill over your fingertips.❞ ------------------------ An original collection of poetry and raw confessions about queer sexuality and pain. Please read at your own discrimination.
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The mirror was the canvas
and your heavy breaths
and finger prints
became the art.
