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I wear an old shade of red

by erin-suurkoivu

I wear an old shade of red. My belly is a wrinkled skin of fruit. I am no longer a ripe peach, not even a blossom. That my daughter is.

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Tags: #red #belly #wrinkled #fruit #peach #blossom #daughter #old #gone #mother

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