The bright pink flowers
and rasberry hearts
the juicy reality
that always spreads
Buttercream icing
on neon bicycles
we ride and become diamonds
on disco balls
wrapped in
fruit leather blankets
and a secret world
and suddenly I forget the days
when I wasn't your girl
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