Three's crowd



Dark midnight blue, flute of air

Kindling the moon with our plate of  love

Snowfall shreds chocolate fudge brownie skin with choco buttercream frosting,

Fingers frozen as jolly rancher lollipops

Melts to ooze out cocoa of love  from our pieced molten lava eyes,

Gravity suffered diabetic to pull as apart

Creepy black hole came into existence to germinate

Three's crowd of

Cynicism, suspicion turned down my love redness to Carolina reaper red

Those burns cut like a knife

Three's crowd

Ran down my spine into veins and that's the hottest part,

Was not the seed like everyone thinks,

Three's crowd 

Heat scale rosed up with chilly heads to love those burns.




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