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when a vegan falls in love with a chef and learns about decadence |
| untamed food living diet my fingers, boysenberry colored from delving seeking to gather before moonlight wanes hunters cannot bring life back your lips frail, pink of cherry blossoms beneath which averted eyes sought to disguise longing for your sandpaper soft rose petal tongue. deftly you traced foreign shapes newly sprouted of goddess head stems and leaf veins popping in my mouth fruit flesh flooding my mouth delicious, quiescent desires breed in cranberry blood freshly tilled soil nourishing varietals of you |