They had approached the town of people who's skin glows like something that of a marigold sunset. All they eat is honey, they speak with sugary words and indulge in the sweetness as it was all they knew.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoetry about emotions; you honeyed the words twisted from strawberry lips and flushed my cheeks with marigold. a gentle smile. ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩✻۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● please do not steal my poetry it would be like stealing a piece of my heart ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩✻۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●
