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*** A metaphorical culmination of the past week. I'm not sure what it means, but I always thought poems that mentioned forefathers were pretty sweet;)***
7/5-7/8/11
Sunburned lips drip into a smile
Stained pink with the juice of melons
Grown by my forefathers
ahh i love the imagery this evokesss! soooooooooooooo muchhhh.
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