Sweet like summer
dripping down
sticky saccharine trails
through tiny hairs
on apple red cheeks
BUT WATCH OUT
something HARD
something SHARP
something DEADLY
lies beneath
this sunset skin
Buried deep
beneath the ground
we'll spring forth
a tangle of branches
a thick fence
no longer yours
to consume
your guilt
our impetus
to create
your tomb
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