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Summers only get hotter Don’t they? Spitting cherry pits On the train tracks That separate chosewood From Lakewood Cherry wood I like the stain left on My fingers My lips Runny bliss Sampling the simplicity Of hot & sticky & condensed Forms of self Nice girls Get the chance To be hurt again And again Right? Do bruised fruits taste less sweet? Not really sure Just spitting cherry pits Onto train tracks
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Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
Your the pit in my cherry
Summers only get hotter Don’t they? Spitting cherry pits On the train tracks That separate chosewood From Lakewood Cherry wood I like the stain left on My fingers My lips Runny bliss Sampling the simplicity Of hot & sticky & condensed Forms of self Nice girls Get the chance To be hurt again And again Right? Do bruised fruits taste less sweet? Not really sure Just spitting cherry pits Onto train tracks
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Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
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