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Peaches.

My child Before you were born

 

I use to eat peaches almost every single day

 

and now every eve of your birth I eat a peach

 

on August the 5th Peaches offer a little more friendship

 

than the cutesy little straight pink flower.

 

Bring warmth to your belly and the fruit feed more of your soul.

 

What I mean is I am your mother, the grateful and tender feeling one.

 

Your friend.

 

Even when it's my end.

 

On its own, the meaning of the fruit

 

in this quiet tone is at once gentler

 

and stronger in thankfulness.

 

Gentle is the true meaning of peaches.

 

Peach is the meaning of desire, my desire to see you succeed

 

and I know that your true love will too.

 

My child, I love you.

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kaitlyn-ann-wells
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Jul 11, 2013
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