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Soft yellow moistness leaves nostalgia in my mouth Little seeds that get stuck in your teeth that your tongue struggles to get out When you use your fingers your mother chastises you with a soft smile Sweet and tangy You lick the crumbs off your plate “Another!” you say, but you already ate them all, too late.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
Lemon Poppy Seed
Soft yellow moistness leaves nostalgia in my mouth Little seeds that get stuck in your teeth that your tongue struggles to get out When you use your fingers your mother chastises you with a soft smile Sweet and tangy You lick the crumbs off your plate “Another!” you say, but you already ate them all, too late.
jademelrose
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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