You, clawed as dragon fruit There can be no aubade, no gentle lifting the morning light Paring back sheets like skin of soft plums to abide this leaving Only the heart of fire like the sun In my palm burns just to say goodbye
dVerse Quadrille
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qbit 
Ohhhhhhh.
**she swoons**
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Lolol!
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Luscious.
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Loved the reference to the dragon and the heart of fire. Always amazing gbit!
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Thank you!
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I imagine a hand over the heart in their chest, trying to keep it from bursting. Beautiful poem, qbit.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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Romantic (see fainting couch)!
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LOLOL! Thanks!
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😊
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