image I want to talk. Why won’t you talk back?


I wanted to talk. I always want to talk and even more so with this one. It tantalized with aromas of violets, spice and dark chocolate. I yearned for conversation, but it remained reticent. It wasn’t entirely silent though – it murmured a reply every now and then. It took a while, but finally, there were words. Nice words. Which progressed into a conversation, a poem, a song. At one point, it complimented me on my new hair color. I knew then that I had to reciprocate – by savoring every last drop, buying more and having a ball writing this caption.


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