That summer kind of weather
Shooting off to escape the slightest pressure
Big rounds appear on the vines
Sweet filled but also sour if isn't fully ripe
Without its coldness
Can't get you out of my head
Don't focus only on the seeds
Green as love grows within
Red not sweetness but motives begin
And black as hurricane spin
Just like a stoplight
Learn to go if you grow
Stop if it isn't flow
Pulp of joy and tranquility
It's a wonderful fantasy
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midnight memories [poetry]
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