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Love is a peach, a sweet and luscious fruit set high upon a garden wall, we climb, we taste we scrape our knees and then we fall, then through burning embers one remembers it was worth it after all
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
Peaches
Love is a peach, a sweet and luscious fruit set high upon a garden wall, we climb, we taste we scrape our knees and then we fall, then through burning embers one remembers it was worth it after all
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
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