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The Cherries Pierce

Within a thousand blossomed cherries

The seed, the glow, the crayoned choices

 

Crushed as a girl crushes the fruit

Brushed into the dirt, bruised and crude

 

As red as her skirt on her hips

As flirtatious as her red ruby stained lips

 

Branches and stems and petals in puddles

Rain and dirt and all things are muddled

 

A dash of green, and maybe her finger

Touch the grass and the dirt, they linger

 

Filling up a mouth of overflowing spit

Spitting out and spattering a great dark fit

 

The cement is mounted, it’s set and fierce

The girl falls down, and her skin, it’s pierced

 

Covered in red, green, grey and brown

Sitting with crushed cherries on her crown

 

The choices, they glow a never-ending flow

The path, it ends, there’s only one way to go

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