Lemon and limes
I’ve run out of time
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Where do you keep my hands?
They feel so cold in your palms...
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Freezer burns and apple curds, tell me; what lessons have you learned?
Are you from the nearby village?
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Did you know; I single-handedly took down fleets of ferries carrying criminals and ransacked their homes and set fires’ to the tombs’ of their dead.
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They pillaged and plundered so many regions, I thought to myself, “why not they get a taste of their own medicine?”
