“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
Cinnamon.”
Breathing heavily
And running running running
Through the meadow
Passing by
Black trees and
Pale roses
The mud inside her nails
The dust inside her veins
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
And running running running
Through the meadow
Passing by
Black trees and
Pale roses
The mud inside her nails
The dust inside her veins
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
As she was leaving the
Woodsthe
Rootsthe
Bootshis
Bootshis
Bootshis
Suits
She let the sun
Burn her eyes
The fresh air
Loose her ties
“You always tasted of oranges and
Cinnamon.”
Herhair
Herhands
Herbreast
Herfeet
She held them all.
~A
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