Atomic Number: 47

The slip of your tongue tastes of silver.

A scorched metal , with a cold after taste.

The words you speak fall over like a silken lure.

Aromas of time, fall with haste.

Keep that fire hot, lest this was all matter to waste.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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