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Aug 2015
call me your strawberry tea
tell me I taste worst than carrot water
grow me, defend me
savour the way we keep getting softer

puncture the herbs
break the stems
wrap your words
sweep away any trace of the trim

break me, baby
feel my skin, warmer than your water
you're so *****,
and i'll pour a spring shower
it's ok
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