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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
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Chelan.
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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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
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