Poems About Friendship by New Members
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Poems about friendship by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
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When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
44 reads
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When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
44 reads
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When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
44 reads
0 Comments
When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
44 reads
0 Comments
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