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The taste of blueberries in my mouth

Suddenly I think about how I love the smell of men’s perfume,

they all smell alike to me

The moist moss is soft

like natures own bed

my fingers are blue and red from all the blueberries I picked

I want to lie down on the soft ground

And be buried under leaves and grass

and then found in a 100 years

by you