rotten roses atop pink tongue , nothing but SACCHARINITY leaves her lips . hazel gaze meets the girl , brows furrowing as digits creep to her chin ; once , twice do they tap , something akin to a sigh leaving cherry petals ——- syllables tumble from her lips , timbre motherly & caring . ❝ —————- what d’you like ? ❞
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