i have slept a thousand nights in cherry beds, on tangerine floors, within the grass' clutches i have witheld judgment beneath the grapefruit sky i have cried in the honeydew night i have spent the night next to avacado bodies that meant nothing longing for someone's crisp watermelon touch that i had not yet found and the whispers, oh the orange whispers the whispers of ten thousand mango kisses and strawberry shortcake touches on kiwi necks and papaya hips i have loved a thousand pitted loves but none of them as true as this but none of them as true as her but none of them the passionfruit
i have slept a thousand nights
in cherry beds, on tangerine floors, within the grass' clutches
i have witheld judgment beneath the grapefruit sky
i have cried in the honeydew night
i have spent the night next to avacado bodies that meant nothing
longing for someone's crisp watermelon touch that i had not yet found
and the whispers, oh the orange whispers
the whispers of ten thousand mango kisses
and strawberry shortcake touches on
kiwi necks and papaya hips
i have loved a thousand pitted loves
but none of them as true as this
but none of them as true as her
but none of them the passionfruit
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