imma a sinner for this glow up.

this shimmer that only seems to bounce

off the contours of her body

as she molds to my side.

her shade of bliss; heavenly.

hellos, melt snowed in mornings,

as we break bread over cafe.

i think we’ve gotten used to this.

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