i know you are wicked
but it was your hand
that first brought it up
that led me
around too believe
it was there
even now do you smile
when i fumble around
in the bushes
the note
in the bowl says
you like bananas
while i
squeeze the peaches
in your haste
i was led to believe
it would flow in the
opposite direction
instead it...
just grew and grew
untill it you knew
the whole time.
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