Lemon Pop!

Your lemon pops(!)

Your balm pops on my lips, I wanna read your eyes

And get out that pulpy lemon balm.

It was a mass growing, benign

Inside

Our massive ashen Willow

There’s a new story growing

There’s a bee buzzing around the honeycomb that is your mind,

I’m that bee,

Am I buzzing

Too fast?

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Gotta scoop out that honeyed mass

Of lemon pulpy goodness

Gotta scoop it outta me,

It’s stuck

It’s stuck

Tied to a string

In you, linked up

In my stomach lining—-

String quartet

play me some blues, sista,

Your sadness is humming in my

Heart like a crazy Holiday tune,

On the spot,

You caught me up.

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You’re my Popee & my Kedamono

You’re my most precious

Literary Anabelle Lee,

Stuck in my mind,

Lemon balmy and coffee beans,

I’m alone

All alone

More alone than you’ll ever know,

But our words help me feel again,

Like lemon pulpy goodness,

Lemon mass replacing my pulpy, mass

Of undead tissue.

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