A succulent fruit, I desire, yet strange, never wish to eat,
my love, you've ever been, breathtakingly bewitching!
How couldn't I wake up to this truth sooner, I wonder,
being too aware, perhaps that this heart has no replacement.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
A succulent fruit, I desire, yet strange, never wish to eat,
my love, you've ever been, breathtakingly bewitching!
How couldn't I wake up to this truth sooner, I wonder,
being too aware, perhaps that this heart has no replacement.
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