deeper than taro
and a hue more true
than eggplant
oh purple sweet potato
the mark of my teeth
is still imprinted
in your soft, sweet
flesh.
there's ginger tea in the calla lily cup because i officially feel like crap. my head's stuffed and the spot where my wisdom tooth used to be is all swelled up.
droopy. the eighth dwarf that hid in the cottage shadows.
i wish i had a princess to save,
or just an ideal to love.
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