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Jul 2020
watermelon cubes
sticky chins and citrus smiles
the sun exposes the peach fuzz across my top lip
but I don't mind

I lay on my back
and still see orange when I close my eyes
grass poking through the gaps in my body
sweet mango grin at the thought of space between my limbs

the grass starts to itch and I know I'm alive
my tongue now a bitter lemon
wild cherry thoughts
wondering how to escape this body for five minutes

blueberry heart
maybe it's just me
and the sun
Written by
toady  19/F/London
(19/F/London)   
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   Mark S
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