3rd in Personally Speaking Contest... (Sponsor: Nette Onclaud)
Judged: 5th November, 2025
I picked you up like a grateful mother handling her child. You mature by the time we reach home. Your honeydew face has gone dark Now my concentration slips past surface into your ruby heart gushing sweet water and pearls of black oil, endeavoring to please me.
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