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SunriseI drank liquid amber like oxygen the first time the sun rose.Sunrise
It burned frostbitten paisley marks on my lips; someday a man will wipe them off with the calloused turn of his thumb.
Then the translucent gold will clamber up his wrists until it coats his skin and pours down his throat.
We will both be sunrises then, and turn rosy in the fingers when the fancy takes us.
Avalanche
get back here
get back here.
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icon by ~Band-junk. <3
Soon. Maybe?
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