Flirtations in a peach tree, under the shadow of a giant
Precariously balancing adventure and consequence, without tipping the hand too far
Threatening to run away on a fugitive train, leaving behind breadcrumbs to find our way back
Lost in a peach tree, winding through the trails that old money left behind
Curious and hoping that interest begets friendship with no casualties along the way
Long and rambling vines, too tangled to hold on to in the darkest night
The endless peach tree that follows wherever you go, teasing and taunting the lost
Black eyes and alibis, both just a facade. Tucked away on a rolling hill
The wrong whiskey accounting for the queen in the sand
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