What could be more alive
Than basking in warm porch light
Holding juice stained fingers tight
Sucking cherry pits like they're each other's lips
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
Cherry Pits and Summer Nights
What could be more alive
Than basking in warm porch light
Holding juice stained fingers tight
Sucking cherry pits like they're each other's lips