our love
is the smell of spring rain
and walking through a forest
our love
is like painting a red rose
white again
our love
is a cigarette being put out
by ice cold lemonade
and our love
is the citrus trickling down my throat,
while beads of water
drip down my chin
and the black ash
your fire left
settles inside my bones
kylie szenski
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roses in the wintertime ✓
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