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[burn_and_dodge]

The first time that her lips met mine tasted like sweet blueberry tea.
I wanted to sip forever on a quiet Sunday evening,
glowing only with the soft radiance of lightning bugs
and distracted only by the slow low luscious buzz of a few fireflies,
maybe the hum of the nearest city in the distance.
She was mostly perfect then.
I didn’t know any better, to keep my distance;
she tasted perfect from the outside.

-NRW