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You do not taste like cherries
Cherries taste like you
she showed me how to make a cherry knot with her tongue, then she showed me where else her tongue could be used
once a boy punched me
once a boy became my confidant
once a boy kissed me
and now we forever lie six feet apart
or in their words “homosexuality is a greater sin than suicide”

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