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Fresh, sweet and a bit sour— My favourite kind of flavour. Citrusy hair and lemony eyes, I can linger in your summer, I’m August, you’re July. In my drink, on my tongue, a juicy, refreshing piece of lime. Familiar and nice. Lime, lime, lime… Just like my last tangerine; A penny for your thoughts, A dime for your laugh! Am I truly thirsty for your zesty spirit, or am I just confused by my own taste— Lime-rence?
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Lime, lime
Fresh, sweet and a bit sour— My favourite kind of flavour. Citrusy hair and lemony eyes, I can linger in your summer, I’m August, you’re July. In my drink, on my tongue, a juicy, refreshing piece of lime. Familiar and nice. Lime, lime, lime… Just like my last tangerine; A penny for your thoughts, A dime for your laugh! Am I truly thirsty for your zesty spirit, or am I just confused by my own taste— Lime-rence?
dianaligh
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
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