warm breeze
tiptoe
barefoot through the grass
you smile
i melt
like soft-serve ice cream
on the tip of your tongue
racing heart
tragic start
embrace me whole
hold my soul
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Author:
sixthwrites (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2024 08:46
- Category: Love
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Comments1
There you created an image of the soft serve ice cream tipping and falling needing to be held by the tongue to keep it from falling. Very nicely done
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