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A cherry is a berry and an acorn is a corn and a butternut squash is a nut just because each fruit must find its form. I’m the fruit of my human mother born in the form of a man the stamen seeks a stigma - and receive a form it can. Bury me beneath the earth to prove I’m worthy with a buttercup of whiskey to resolve my thirst for melody or drown it down deep in the undergrowth. Either way I’ve found my note my place to rest entirely or spurt forth proud as any came before to rot to cider with the floor apples or blossom like a cherry in spring become an elderberry or weeping willow or dissolve in a cool glass on a summer’s day ice cubes, whiskey lemonade. Then break the glass ask what’s ice what’s shards all melts to sparkles in the strata.
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Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 6:55 AM UTC
Fruit punch
A cherry is a berry and an acorn is a corn and a butternut squash is a nut just because each fruit must find its form. I’m the fruit of my human mother born in the form of a man the stamen seeks a stigma - and receive a form it can. Bury me beneath the earth to prove I’m worthy with a buttercup of whiskey to resolve my thirst for melody or drown it down deep in the undergrowth. Either way I’ve found my note my place to rest entirely or spurt forth proud as any came before to rot to cider with the floor apples or blossom like a cherry in spring become an elderberry or weeping willow or dissolve in a cool glass on a summer’s day ice cubes, whiskey lemonade. Then break the glass ask what’s ice what’s shards all melts to sparkles in the strata.
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Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 6:55 AM UTC
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