fruit, red like poison
i spit the seeds on bleached bones
and hope i don't die
//definitely not picking and eating suspicious fruits. not me. no sir//
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Honey in a Fist
Poetrystanding before you holding my soul in my hands would you like a piece? Jumping on the haiku bandwagon (mostly me just rambling and having a good time) COVER IS BY THE AMAZING JUPITER (aftershock_) GO CHECK OUT THEIR WRITING TOO!!
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fruit, red like poison
i spit the seeds on bleached bones
and hope i don't die
//definitely not picking and eating suspicious fruits. not me. no sir//
