in a sweater poorly knit, an unsuspecting smile, little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile. a fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh, and I'm carried helpless by, in a floating basket raft. you're a flavor in my mind that's back and forth between; sweeter than any wine, as bitter as mustard greens, as light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickle
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