we search for berries
the overgrown garden, vast
staining our lips red
unlike yesterday
her kisses are soft and calm
fingers on my brow
she whispers brittle
withdrawing more than she needs
an evanescence
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we search for berries
the overgrown garden, vast
staining our lips red
unlike yesterday
her kisses are soft and calm
fingers on my brow
she whispers brittle
withdrawing more than she needs
an evanescence