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Purple berries maybe they are grapes I don't know from where

I feel some trembling in my stomach and spine I shake my feet to shake it off

A craziness in my arms and legs and face I'll save myself for her

Build a hunger up so the berries will be sweeter than nature because of the hallucination of desire

Feeding at her lips the exhale of her breath skin spread, swallowing the peel

Juice soaked flesh, spread breaking under pressure of tongue and blind caress

Nectar of honeysuckle waves rolling sugar rich hanging there in sweat

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