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Diced Pineapples


Diced pineapples, Its the little things that count Too much isn’t a satisfactory amount More than perfect A couple miracles in sequence A goddess to be worshiped your every action is ingenious I’m in love with your every motion But don’t get caught up in the moment Cause moments always fade If you’re willing to be my aid Let your lips be my I.V And your breath be the air I breathe But right now, no words just actions My focus is on you with no distractions I guess I’m you, if you are what you eat Somewhat bitter but still so sweet My diced pineapples
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