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Mar 2012
Yeah, I remember you
cherries popping in your mouth, my
cherries, fireworks, pop rocks in your cheek
citrus cream on your tongue, vaseline
on mine and the way the electrical outlet
looked up close next to my sweaty palms
with bobby pins embedded in my knees
fresh out of the shower, pear extract clinging desperately
trying to keep me clean
(c) Brooke Otto
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