december 14, 2017
F R A G R A N C E
fingertips dusted by orange zest,
inhaling candle flames,
citric acid leaping on our tongues.
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Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
F R A G R A N C E
december 14, 2017
F R A G R A N C E
fingertips dusted by orange zest,
inhaling candle flames,
citric acid leaping on our tongues.
