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Milk & Honey

January 20, 2016
By Anonymous

If her love was poison I'd be living in my death bed and she is the sweetest poison
I've ever seeked heaven through
She is milk and honey
The most innocent eve of Eden
She may only be one of Adam's ribs but she is my entire heart
Every beat is a memory of her fingertips
And her pedestal is made of flowers and moon beams and the sweetest summer dreams,
Summer days of sticky peach juice covering my fingers, but there's no need to wash my hands
Strawberry filled lungs breathe clean cotton air
And my ribs are covered in her



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