Watermelon Memory πŸ‰

Watermelon is summer with brothers and sisters

And the roo.

The one who screams,

The berater, batter-and-chief.

And watermelon is winter in another town.

Hermiston melons.

With a worshiper of Strappy

Flipping me like a pan-ee-cake

In the cool school morning

Silly and giggley and

“This is how you love,

this is how you stand up for yourself. “

So, even in law school I am the vocal one,

And I am an ego booster for anyone.

Fueled by bipolar fruit at breakfast.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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