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May 2015
Were you a pie
Laid out sweet
Cherrylace
In my flushed wet face
I'd eat you
From the inside out

     Ice cream as
     A side dish
I'm ignoring it

You're the real treat
This ain't about no ****.
Rose
Written by
Rose
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