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Aug 17
One bite of the freshest crunch
Crisp kiss, stolen touch
One glance at the lip. One look in the eyes
Was it sweet, honey?
Or was it sour?

Heavy was the weight
Fallen down, comes clarity
Tartness of the bite
Forbidden, yes it was
Have it in your palm
Eve got her bite, will you get yours?
Madeline Lee
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