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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Season

In summer
I am sandwiched
between sweetnesses of incongruous flavour.
These girls are wholesome and seductive.
They clash, they clash,
I am macaruined.
Posted by Bronsai Watkins at 12:25 AM
Labels: macarons, poetry

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