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#raisin
The sun is beautiful and I am a raisin; dirt sundresses my thighs fetal position in a soccer field. It's a beautiful day to swim or play leapfrog on the playground or, better yet, let people know I find them beautiful.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
flower petals
rusty petals on a withered vine the summer birds left an egg behind healing rose with wicked thorn but the wind blew down the devil's door I'm begging you to drop the gun a single grape beneath the sun
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
the raisin
I'd rather be a raisin than a grape With no juice or sweetness Desolate of hydration Dried via sun Wrinkled and battered Has endured strife Became bitter over time But I'd rather be wine than a raisin Potent and strong Powerful in simplistic form Living only to intoxicate those who consume me For so naturally time absorbs life Making one **** with age Dry from existence Then robust through struggle I'd rather be a raisin than a grape, but I'd rather be wine than a raisin.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
THE GRAPE THE RAISIN AND THE WINE
A pipe -- deferred The American Dream Shrivels Raisin in the Sun
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Dry