"Sing Sweet Nightengale", tommy dolls, and puppies
stewed in a richness of smell-bound memory.
I once ate blackberries grown by a neighbor
Grandma told me to avoid, such childish deviance.
Stewed in a richness of smell-bound memory,
his cologne sticks to bone and I can't rub him off.
Grandma told me to avoid such childish deviance
for whom I loved. My first was not my last.
His cologne sticks to bone and I can't rub him off.
Brillo pads can't remove then thought innocent sins
for whom I loved. My first was not my last,
though, looking back, I wish it had been enough.
Brillo pads can't remove then thought innocent sins,
(I once ate blackberries grown by a neighbor)
though, looking back, I wish it had been. Enough
"Sing Sweet Nightengale", tommy dolls, and puppies!
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