You left me sun-dried,
Kissing me with a syrupy smile
And sweetly whispered lies.
Bonfires blazed above us.
A peach pit at your feet—
You walked away,
But I began to sprout.
the impurities
Table of contents-
i. bee stings
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ii. orange
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iii. diary
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iv. forest
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v. peaches
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vi. fatal
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vii. lilac
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viii. violence
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ix. daffodils
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x. barbed wire
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xi. dresses
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xii. poison
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xiii. myself
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xiv. moth
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xv. masquerade
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xvi. broken
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xvii. infested
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xviii. color
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xix. sidewalk
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xx. crushed
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xxi. friends
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xxii. wilderness
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xxiii. tombstone
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xxiv. coffee stains
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xxv. creation
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xxvi. deserving
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xxvii. dandelions
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xxviii. silent
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xxix. reduction
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xxx. decay
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xxxi. walls
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xxxii. dirty liar
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xxxiii. jupiter
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xxxiv. death rattle
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xxxv. rituals
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xxxvi. sacrifice
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xxxvii. desert
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xxxviii. ghost
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xxxix. safety pins
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xl. ponytails
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xli. sun-dried lies
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xlii. missing
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xliii. summer
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xliv. desolation
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xlv. buttermilk
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xlvi. bandages
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xlvii. starvation
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xlviii. tempest
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xlix. peach pits
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l. deity
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