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It fit my guilty skin. For once. /caption/ For

It fit my guilty skin. For once. 

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For now, it’s his face that brightens up. 
He loves the burst of berries 
as our mouths force the taste 
to settle down comfortably 
in the corners. I’ll give him the tang 
from the few sour ones if he needs
It fit my guilty skin. For once. 

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For now, it’s his face that brightens up. 
He loves the burst of berries 
as our mouths force the taste 
to settle down comfortably 
in the corners. I’ll give him the tang 
from the few sour ones if he needs