Apricots, pregnant, hanging low,
the golden drops of blessed sweet.
Be careful! Some have fallen, split
against the concrete. And as though
they're lips and tongues prepared to kiss,
have flowered open 'round the pits.
They're silky mines below your feet—
It's too late: You are part of it.
Oh now it's fruitless, why resist?
the golden drops of blessed sweet.
Be careful! Some have fallen, split
against the concrete. And as though
they're lips and tongues prepared to kiss,
have flowered open 'round the pits.
They're silky mines below your feet—
It's too late: You are part of it.
Oh now it's fruitless, why resist?
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