Love is
a cherry.
Red,
sweet,
sour;
leaves
a stain
behind
that you
just can’t
get out.
sweet,
sour;
leaves
a stain
behind
that you
just can’t
get out.
And,
when you
finally
get to
the heart
of it all,
you discover
it’s nothing
but the pits
.j.
when you
finally
get to
the heart
of it all,
you discover
it’s nothing
but the pits
.j.
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