I shouldn’t sounds
Like she’s declining
The offer, starting with
Her crisp bronzed tunic,
To peel the skin away
Layer by layer of scale,
Past the fleshy leaves,
Down to the wild heart,
Crisp, sweet and tangy,
And oh so
oh

Written by : thunderchikin

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