

peach trees.The sky bends over your tangled form,peach trees.
stars crystalline seraphim,
the fog settled and the snow flying,
the headstones make a fairy ring, and you're sitting in the grass.
A pretty peach rests in your hand.
Soft peach skin,
you want to hold it to your gluttony,
you want to take it,
feed it to your fasting heart,
succumb to your animal hunger.
Soft peach flesh,
you want to tear it apart,
you want to have it,
feed it to your inner turmoil,
succumb to your natural instinct.
Oh, but you're afraid that in y
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glowsticks and dynamite, rainbows and suicide, crossbones and compromise
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glowsticks and dynamite, rainbows and suicide, crossbones and compromise
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