Peach
peach.
Pink is my favorite color, and I love fuzzy textures, so the peach was my favorite fruit.
You make my cheeks pink and my head fuzzy. You are my favorite person.
Once I was eating a peach when an earwig crawled out of its pit and stared me down. That earwig ruined peaches for me.
Earwigs live inside of my favorite things. Your bug is staring me down. I will first learn to love earwigs before I let your bug turn me away from you. Its pincers snap together threatening me.
The earwig in the pit of my peach stared me down. It was probably too scared to move. The earwig inside of you stares me down. I am too scared to look into your earwigs eyes. Once I face your infestation I should throw you into the garbage next to the peaches I once loved, now trash to me.
I will first learn how to love earwigs. Your rotten bits can be avoided if I just eat around them carefully.
My love for earwigs is learning how to forget they are even there.
You make my cheeks pink and my head fuzzy. You are my favorite person.
Once I was eating a peach when an earwig crawled out of its pit and stared me down. That earwig ruined peaches for me.
Earwigs live inside of my favorite things. Your bug is staring me down. I will first learn to love earwigs before I let your bug turn me away from you. Its pincers snap together threatening me.
The earwig in the pit of my peach stared me down. It was probably too scared to move. The earwig inside of you stares me down. I am too scared to look into your earwigs eyes. Once I face your infestation I should throw you into the garbage next to the peaches I once loved, now trash to me.
I will first learn how to love earwigs. Your rotten bits can be avoided if I just eat around them carefully.
My love for earwigs is learning how to forget they are even there.
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this is me breaking my five year old writer's block. I don't expect this to make much sense, but the gist of it is turning a blind eye to the dangerous parts of people you love.