Cinnamon Girl, Four Minutes and Three Seconds
I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter;
And later I catch your eye across the dance floor. I can't find a way to open my mouth.
I dreamt once that Aphrodite was a human soul with her arms full of lilies, and I dreamt once that you were a sun-kissed god remaking my bones into wildflowers.
Please, love, devour me.
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