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Fruits of Labour (TW)
Fruits of Labour
In my dreams you’re buried
between our two citrus trees
and not the toilet bowl.
In my dreams I make you sandwiches
and teach you crib.
You have my hands and your father’s knees.
In my dreams it’s both a nightmare
and a fantasy that I indulge in
Like an extra piece of cake.
It’s not personal - business only.
In my dreams lemons and limes
pile up on the kitchen counter
- too many for two.
u/Buttsecrets — 2 days ago