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Blackberries glide down my throat. While Blueberries push back the words That should not be spoken. The air in this classroom is stale. This moment feels so still. You come to mind like a 1940's picture show Grainy memories covered in bitter-sweet nostalgia. Your hair blows in the wind The film skips Now, your car is drowning on the Boulevard I blink And you're next to me in your car seat Starring at me with those eyes that Cancers have Big, deep, doe-like, and dark In them, I can sink and drown. The raspberries glide down my throat While the pineapples push back my hope That my email notification will ping. That, maybe, you will respond to me. With a 2010-friendly tone.
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Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
Blackberries
Blackberries glide down my throat. While Blueberries push back the words That should not be spoken. The air in this classroom is stale. This moment feels so still. You come to mind like a 1940's picture show Grainy memories covered in bitter-sweet nostalgia. Your hair blows in the wind The film skips Now, your car is drowning on the Boulevard I blink And you're next to me in your car seat Starring at me with those eyes that Cancers have Big, deep, doe-like, and dark In them, I can sink and drown. The raspberries glide down my throat While the pineapples push back my hope That my email notification will ping. That, maybe, you will respond to me. With a 2010-friendly tone.
sabrinaDLT
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Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
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