i like that it tastes like peach
and that there's a breeze
i like 3:30 in my thirties on a Sunday
and fleeing the karma police
i like blessing my feet
before i walk the street
this is the me i'm stuck with being
this is the harvest that i reap
these are the demons that i meet
gnashing their teeth and lurking beneath
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