Innocent in June,
You now hold tomatoes in
A knowing death grip.
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When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.-- M. F. K. Fisher
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The Devil is honeysuckle, not a snake. I blame mistranslation.
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