Foundation
She sounds like rose gold
tough in all its glory but a little soft around the edges
She giggles and smiles
cheeky and sweet
as if thy were the child of Aphrodite herself
Only she is not Aphrodite, simply a deity
worth more than currency and petty one night stands.
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
