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Bittersweet Blueberries

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SkyBlueTattoo

Published: Oct 22, 2009

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When I think of blueberries,
I think of you.

I think of your fingers,
Dyed a violent purple
From their signature juices.

I think of your mouth:
Deliciously sour,
And bittersweet.

And I think of your actions.
I think of how you opened my eyes
To a realm of sweet, sweet blueberries.

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More fruit poetry.

I also wrote this at the beginning of summer, while I was thinking about blueberries, and a certain someone.
Anywho, tell me what you think, I'd LOVE some feedback!