Tag: taste
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1925
Her peach fuzz lips have supple folds, doughy like wrinkled maple leafs, soft-faded near the end of autumn. Her cherry blossom cheeks, smooth vanilla cream spreads freckled by strawberry seeds; she always dusts his after work dessert in powdered sugar, fresh from the Maybelline jar across the counter. His masonry scars are deep laced; nature’s […]