They were like
Bread and butter
Inseparable
That is
Until Jam
Seduced her
With his spread
She found herself
A sweet and
Sticky Mess
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The Fire is an illusion
The Heat is real
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
