I take a bite out of a sweet pink peach.
The taste is sugary and crispy.
Its skin is soft and fuzzy, its hands keep my hands from getting cold
I smile and kiss the top of the peach.
The peach is still here , even when the green leaf had died and turned to dust
I want to keep the peach safe, i have never found one so rare and perfect
I found myself a treasure, one that would never be worth the highest bid.
I take another bite of the peach, its sweet and tells me how much it misses me
I smile again, the peach is delicious.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
I take a bite out of a sweet pink peach.
The taste is sugary and crispy.
Its skin is soft and fuzzy, its hands keep my hands from getting cold
I smile and kiss the top of the peach.
The peach is still here , even when the green leaf had died and turned to dust
I want to keep the peach safe, i have never found one so rare and perfect
I found myself a treasure, one that would never be worth the highest bid.
I take another bite of the peach, its sweet and tells me how much it misses me
I smile again, the peach is delicious.
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