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Cherry

 
Young and healthy sapling
crimson lips and hair
just the eyes are green
with stars lost in there
laughter that beats silence
a smile that heals pain
cutie full of jokes
while standing in the rain.

Tell me my dear Cherry
should the winter cry
once you lose your bosoms -
and yous leaves run dry.

Sun will wash all over
wrinkles on your face
and all you will be left with
is for your mind to keep pace.

Will you even manage
to hold a simple thought?
Inside withered shell that -
only beauty fought.
Written by God-Is-In-The-Rain (Gregory Rain)
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