you have cotton candy thighs that dissolve on his tongue and lips that taste like lemonade on a 90 degree day and you’re light brown hair blowing over your shoulder from a cool breeze that touches your tongue and tangles through your open mouth because you’re laughing and you’re a white t-shirt and yellow flowers pushing up against the grass and rain after weeks of an empty sky and everyone wants to drink you up and they melt under your fingertips you are paint stained hands and peppermint tea and strawberry ice cream and then you meet this guy and you let him touch you and he sets you on fire and suddenly you’re a girl who likes the heat and won’t run when a room is full of smoke and you’re coughing up ashes and you think you’re brave but you’re just dark and hard and cold and empty and you’ve got a heart that can’t love anything but fire and boys who play with lighters
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