six-hours
sweet, sour
your mind dwells on my hours
tomato juice, running up my arm
estranged, rearranged
your movement makes me feel strange
spring mix, sticking in my teeth
learn, go
it’s funny that i don’t know
knife sharp words
my body grows
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Loving all the rhymes!