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passion breathes on your
papery skin
peaches and cream drenched in shy flashes of light
she would smile and bite
down on garden strawberries
until the day among the
purple geraniums and marigolds you'll find her
on broken knees with huckleberry injuries
a currency of broken hearts, and old photographs with
its milky colours of your former, eating apple pie and
ice cream made with ice and that cracked container.
dented from countless times the shell frosted from the
incubated sweet tooth.
but now those memories rot and melt between your fingers
until you can only taste the sticky sugar, clinging to you so
you lick it all away. the taste only lasts so long on your tongue,
so you search those snapshot for a mouthful of the past.
draped in the satin of a corkscrew galaxy,
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