a golden kiss
under amethyst
skies.
your blush,
the pink of new skin.
it’s no wonder people worship you.
you rise
and we blossom.
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(artwork credits go to ALittleSparkOfJoy)
a golden kiss
under amethyst
skies.
your blush,
the pink of new skin.
it’s no wonder people worship you.
you rise
and we blossom.
-rw
(artwork credits go to ALittleSparkOfJoy)
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