Love poem

Drawn summer 2019 for Inkbrick

Text: So then, where will we live? Here, where the butter is browning. Between two kisses. Images: A circle is split up into four sections: moon; sun, bee, flower; butter browning in a skillet (Copy)
Text: Even though the sun keeps getting larger outside the window, you taste like wine and the scroll tastes like honey. So let's rest—work will come with the morning. Images: Forest fire, a gi (Copy)
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