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I hope to arrive at my death late, in love, and ****** So that one day, once all the senseless metaphors of woman and fruit Are peeled and devoured You can revive my empty body Where we can sit between winter pomegranates, Like we used to when we were young.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 1:01 AM UTC
Pomegranates
I hope to arrive at my death late, in love, and ****** So that one day, once all the senseless metaphors of woman and fruit Are peeled and devoured You can revive my empty body Where we can sit between winter pomegranates, Like we used to when we were young.
#female#body#young
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Catemorse
19/F/Oregon
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 1:01 AM UTC
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