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Loving you was like eating green grapes. Pushing, pushing, then pop through the skin. Tasting the sweet success Letting it flood my mouth Only making me want more. But green grapes are sour at their peak of ripeness, at their most beautiful. The sour sting in my jaw is what it feels like after your sweetness was gone, Affter I couldn't think about you without wondering if maybe that thick skin was thick for a reason. That maybe green grapes should come with a warning label.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Grapes
Loving you was like eating green grapes. Pushing, pushing, then pop through the skin. Tasting the sweet success Letting it flood my mouth Only making me want more. But green grapes are sour at their peak of ripeness, at their most beautiful. The sour sting in my jaw is what it feels like after your sweetness was gone, Affter I couldn't think about you without wondering if maybe that thick skin was thick for a reason. That maybe green grapes should come with a warning label.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
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