ice cream
melt
young american
spin
hide
fire
sprinkles
burnt
splash
1000 julys
grill
frisbee
run
corvette
strawberry wine
lips
dark
sunrise
set
crash
crave
picnic
wet
your lips are nettles your tongue is wine your laughters liquid but your body is pine you love all sailors but you hate the beach you say come touch me but your always out of reach. in the dark you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violet hour. your arms are lovely yellow and rose your backs a meadow covered in snow your thighs are thistles and hot-house grapes you breathe a sweet breath and have me wait.
9.6.10
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