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Strawberry Skin

When I'm cradled
In your strawberry skin,
Your chin, your face; so full
of seeds, specks, little hairs
With vibrant light seeping
Through a lovely, toothy smile,
Weaving through your teeth
You make me blush
You stain my lips, pure and pale
With your deeply-saturated
Strawberry skin.
Your such wild hairs sit
Perched atop your head,
Part of a world all its own;
Tugging and pulling
At a stem so grounded,
I am ceaseless
to hinder your insight.



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