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Jul 2018
Three meager blackberries
not quite formed,
plucked too soon from the vine.

Like us,
you were not quite ripe.

But your sister is with us now.
Maybe I'll meet you someday.
Written by
Jabin  28/M/Tennessee
(28/M/Tennessee)   
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