Raspberry Picking Posted byvoicemailpoemsAugust 19, 2019August 29, 2019Posted inUncategorized by C.M. Crockford That taste of sour-red-sweet as seeds stick to teeth: sun hazes over naked legs. You eat more, flush, the ripe burst of summer. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
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