fantasy

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uno

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i run a finger along your
honeytanned cheekbones,
trying not to drown in your
treacherous eyes.

serpentine hair falling
to your forehead
forming a crown,
you breath faintly against my lips :
painting a strawberry kiss
in my memory.

i am frivolous,
falling trap to
your capricious ways :
knowing you wouldn't even bother,
to lend me a moiety of
your metaphysical heart.

── ignis fatuus

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a/n : i lost sleep, thanks to this poetry coming to mind at the witching hour.

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