Jan 2017
She arched, and peeled
a red plum into my
mouth, including
the ragged pit;
though she had the charm
of a pumice stone, I did
not spit or complain.
a red plum into my
mouth, including
the ragged pit;
though she had the charm
of a pumice stone, I did
not spit or complain.
(Iowa)
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