Raspberry Pie – A Poem
Bent over raspberry pie, my tongue the taproot of my soul. Gems jammed and canned, sounding themselves in the crushing. Rushing to the world, sweetening …
Bent over raspberry pie, my tongue the taproot of my soul. Gems jammed and canned, sounding themselves in the crushing. Rushing to the world, sweetening …
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