Limeade on my tongue, and your heartbeat and your hair my feast, you barefoot girl innocent among spearmint leaves. Let us sleep and wet each other down with kisses until my fingers touch you and search for you more deeply, and your heartbeat and your gold hair press upon me. All I have left is a rusted heartbeat and a mind. I will give you a blue feel for love rated R, rated X. This is the dust of dense words undamaged by wind that sucks fruit for the blue symbols found in it. Just give me dense red rain.

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