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Midnight Mumblings
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Peaches
I am sorry that I ate your peach,
that soft skin,
pale mosit fruit,
could not turn me down.
I am sorry that I drank your milk,
the rich cream and cool taste,
lay above,
that sweet
rich
peach.
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